tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post8915138391372921478..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: Photo Prompt: Foggy RiverUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-65620904862674074162009-03-11T21:21:00.000-04:002009-03-11T21:21:00.000-04:00wow the photo is breathtaking.wow the photo is breathtaking.ELLA ELVIANAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14808894142431270722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-87141309074131908152009-03-09T22:34:00.000-04:002009-03-09T22:34:00.000-04:00I love Nathan too. He is my son and I wish him th...I love Nathan too. He is my son and I wish him the best that life has to offer.<BR/><BR/>Love Renee xoxoxoReneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11785932958464359112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-39700306497039822212009-03-09T21:46:00.000-04:002009-03-09T21:46:00.000-04:00The soul of the riveris a woman sleeping oh gentl...The soul of the river<BR/>is a woman sleeping <BR/>oh gentle waves<BR/>her hair fanning<BR/>out holding the minnows <BR/>safe swimming please<BR/>forgive me <BR/>for walking into the water<BR/>forgive me this moment<BR/>when I pull at her<BR/>so slow and try to find<BR/>what was left from summer<BR/>this light is hard for me<BR/>this rising she does off the water<BR/>let me float float <BR/>L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08030622402438915251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-41523131206947933302009-03-09T18:48:00.000-04:002009-03-09T18:48:00.000-04:00Anna lay naked in the river and thrilled at its co...Anna lay naked in the river and thrilled at its cool embrace. She knew the water like a lover and held nothing back. As she released her tears and confessions, she imagined – no, she believed – that the water carried away her sins. Given everything, that raised a troubling question. Would she be empty like the pile of clothes that lay on the river’s bank?Cecile/DreamCreateRepeathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04566188980438273712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-13377700638426159502009-03-09T17:42:00.000-04:002009-03-09T17:42:00.000-04:00Of course, I'm grateful to all of you for visiting...Of course, I'm grateful to <I>all</I> of you for visiting, commenting, and sharing your writing on this blog. <BR/><BR/>Sarah-Paige, so good to see you again, and though I'll miss those cool shoes, your new profile picture is beautiful:)Every Photo Tells A Storyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03914175541948429064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-2693332955435960972009-03-09T17:28:00.000-04:002009-03-09T17:28:00.000-04:00Beautiful lake and foggy forest. It looks misterio...Beautiful lake and foggy forest. It looks misterious with a natural beauty. Great photograph.simoarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159926437998097102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-81505904290955134792009-03-09T17:03:00.000-04:002009-03-09T17:03:00.000-04:00(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)M...(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)<BR/><BR/>MAGNETIC PLAYSET<BR/><BR/>A lake and forest as background<BR/>for the magnetic Princess Stella<BR/>whom the girl at play moves around,<BR/>placing Stella first atop the trees<BR/>as though a songbird, then<BR/>atop the water as though a pink<BR/>mermaid, then peeling the princess<BR/>completely off the scene,<BR/>laying her on the kitchenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-59911597312268489932009-03-09T16:50:00.000-04:002009-03-09T16:50:00.000-04:00...it is the mistin her eyes as they tear,it is th......it is the mist<BR/>in her eyes as they tear,<BR/>it is the mist<BR/>in her throat as she chokes,<BR/>it is the mist<BR/>in her hands as they close,<BR/>it is the mist<BR/>in her hair as it falls,<BR/>it is the mist <BR/>in her heart as it ceases to beat;<BR/>it is the mist<BR/>over a lake silent and still,<BR/>in all shades of water blue<BR/>it creeps and it crawls<BR/>notching trees<BR/>with Sarah Siwickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01708386682912104078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-52211214661653888732009-03-09T08:07:00.000-04:002009-03-09T08:07:00.000-04:00FOGGY...SON OF MOODY RIVERThey call me Moody River...FOGGY...SON OF MOODY RIVER<BR/><BR/>They call me Moody River,<BR/>I'm sure you know my name,<BR/>Pat Boone once sang about me,<BR/>And that's my claim to fame<BR/><BR/>It was way back in the Sixties,<BR/>That a poor misguided lass,<BR/>Took her life in my dark waters,<BR/>In me she breathed her last.<BR/><BR/>I have a little tributary,<BR/>Foggy is his title.<BR/>The photo plainly shows,<BR/>ThatJames Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14780546357335117813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-17541249110697871962009-03-09T07:37:00.000-04:002009-03-09T07:37:00.000-04:00Compelling as a dream or immersion into the unknow...Compelling as a dream or immersion into the unknown. Disturbing as an accident or homicide.Stephen Dell'Ariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01172035879922310079noreply@blogger.com