tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post6054420710106716386..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Saturday November 14th, 2015Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-75044685667453122102015-11-15T23:46:54.813-08:002015-11-15T23:46:54.813-08:00Greg - I could have been able to tell you like the...Greg - I could have been able to tell you like the weather from your description of it alone :)<br /><br />That was quite the unexpected turn your poem took. I like it!Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-43677029465466501712015-11-15T00:45:17.854-08:002015-11-15T00:45:17.854-08:00It's quite wintery here too, but I rather like...It's quite wintery here too, but I rather like that; the leaves are coming off the trees in droves and drifts, the rain falls like it's never been away and the wind blows as though trying to push everyone south with the birds so it can have the place to itself. What's not to like?<br />Colds only last a week, so this time next week it'll all be a memory. And Max seems to be immune this time, so that's got to be good, right?<br />I see your mood permeates your poem, but there is a note of optimism at the end, so I see it's not all bad. I feel a little sorry for your narrator – but not too much :-P<br /><br /><b>The refugee</b><br />I was swimming out in the coldest sea<br />When I met a shivering, drowning refugee;<br />But I turned away, and kept back my hand,<br />Because merfolk cannot live on land.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com