tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post4242038405700315222..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Friday March 31st, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-22111745006534633092017-05-06T19:56:04.809-07:002017-05-06T19:56:04.809-07:00Greg - thanks!
Ah, I've finally reached your ...Greg - thanks!<br /><br />Ah, I've finally reached your month of poetry. I am very much looking forward to reading it all!<br /><br />Those are three beautiful lines followed by... well... what happened to everyone's ears? And why do I feel like it is literally, not figuratively...Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-8143774520025502992017-04-01T06:42:00.531-07:002017-04-01T06:42:00.531-07:00That's a great gift for Kat, and a great way t...That's a great gift for Kat, and a great way to present it as well! Great work, and I understand the trepidation you mentioned this week in other posts now too :) Having Max on the ukelele and drum sounds... interesting!<br />As it is National Poetry month for the whole of April I'm going to write as many poems as I can -- so I'm going to ignore 4-line prose day today (at least) since I can hardly fail to deliver a poem on the very first day!<br />I like the sentiment and sentimentality in yours, the idea of the display case really preserving a dream than reality is fantastic!<br /><br /><b>The guitar</b><br />A guitar, in the corner, unloved<br />Is unstrung and its body is scuffed.<br />As it waits out the last of its years<br />It remembers when people had ears.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com