thanks Adrian for helping me colour my life!


Store box

I dream of little boys
and cats stretched out
over lego bricks
as tears of frustration
try to build, a
leaning Pisa tower

Of brisky walks
and frisky dogs,
chubby legs that try
to follow, older
more lithe ones.

The scrap, the fray
of braying cubs
victories and loss
a culmination
stored away

to bring them out
some rainy day.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-08-21 at 09:40

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Watering seeds
your word - seeds
with feelings:)

* will do the trick *

and the trick is to
keep breathing:)

This poem could be
the beginning of a novell . . .

*applause*
2008-08-25


limber junctionson
the memories evoked by reading this delicious poem are warming.
I am happy that you are writing again.
2008-08-23


Kathy Lockhart
a lovely image of sweetness and light.
2008-08-21



This reminded me so much of my boys childhoods past! brought a tear, that is clever Elle! lol Great store box you have there....hug from another mother, Tai x
2008-08-21