fine water
a lucid glass
a delicate touch
scented crystal
one tear
one diamond perfume curl of
clear lavender
and
sheer, soft,
in my hand
sweet mound
of
shining
tiny boulders
lucid ……….pure
lu m i n o u s
sand
Delicate Glass
Published by The Silver Poet
I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express! View more posts
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gorgeous! RT
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Thanks for your lovely comment xx ahh makes it all worthwhile xxx
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Can I say that I like this drawing too?
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Yes you can x 🙂
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so delicate! 🙂
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Thankyou i love delicate things they are sometimes the hardiest of all!
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Lovely and done with such grace….
Celeste
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Well I feel sweet inside knowing it was enjoyed xx
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One diamond perfume curl. I love that phrase. The art is very moving. Have a great weekend. Hugs, Barbara
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Thankyou I love that you love. I had a lovely weekend I hope yours turned out diamond like also xx
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It was indeed diamond
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Luminous.. 🙂
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you are
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beautiful as always.
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thankyou 🙂
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A sacramental offering.
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That is so interesting…very likely too. xx
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this is alive to my senses! Impeccable!
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oh beautiful, thank you xxx
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Wonderful! Diamond perfume curls and all. Jude would have to agree with you. The child is awesome at sandbox time…has even tasted it a few times. The verdict? “Tastes like broken teeth aaaaand maybe, uuum, the way a monster’s breath smells when he eats bark.”
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HAHA!!! i love it.
it tastes EXACTLY like broken teeth and barking monsters breath! ? haha beautiful Thankyou for this pleasurable moment love love love
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where have your poems gone?
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This is gorgeous!
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Thankyou Wendy x
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He definitely comes out with some gems. He told me just this morning that he “loves me the most in the whoooole world” and I replied that I loved HIM the most, too. He then said “I wish hearts would come out. When Toopy kisses Binoo hearts come out. That means love.” SO cute.
As for the poems, they are swirling, whirling and vibrating in the air, and I can’t seem to catch them.
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And it forced me to log in and then stuck the reply in the wrong place. Awesome. Darn Mondays. *blush*
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i get you! but its tuesday here so can’t be the day thats the issue… 🙂
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one will hit you in the face, out of the blue, you will exhale and become a beautiful piece of poetry….spilling ink in it’s enthusiasm!
those little buttons and beans soooo kissable!
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A lovely piece, and the picture in my mind is so complete, based on your few well-chosen words.
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I appreciate this comment, feels good to come across this way xx
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😎
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beautifully clear like the crystal
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ooooh gooody!
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hi, been browising up and down your poetry on your blog after your visit, noticed the art work as well, is that yours too?
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Thanks for taking a look! Yep all mine x
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I like your photo I thought you were wearing little ears! its your hair… I sometimes wear mine like that too…the Leo in me is always trying to get out!
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Hello like always this is beautiful. I nominated you for an award…http://miartedoris.wordpress.com/2012/08/21/award-seven-things-about-me/
thank you for your inspiration, I always look forward to see what your posts
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Thankyou! You are now on MY seven things about me page! xx
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Thank you, what a great idea!
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Very evocative, I loved it.
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Thanks!
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Nice, simple, and elegant. Well done.
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thankyou bob the martian
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