Sunday, March 19, 2006

Sunday Morning, Los Angeles Comments

Rating: 5.0

Here pours the sun through my open kitchen window,
Clear and biting like the coffee,
Vivid like the marmalade upon the wooden table,
Yellow like the butter in the pancake pan,
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Linda Hepner
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***** ********* 20 March 2006

Your place sounds like the perfect place to me Linda. A beautiful poem of spring and flora renewing itself as Hugh says, in the continuum that life is. Roll on spring, and goodbye to all things cold and dead. 10 from Tai

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Hugh Cobb 19 March 2006

Linda, this is simply a superb piece. It captures a specific time, place of an endless and eternal continuum that life is and it holds its sweetness in the loving details of the morning. Excellent poem. Warm regards, Hugh

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Charles Chaim Wax 19 March 2006

for a moment the infinite buzz of cosmic dreams in your very kitchen before your very eyes the coming and going always the coming and going which of course includes all beings simply because all life is but ceaseless transformation a wonderful poem

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Scarlett Treat 19 March 2006

I could almost breath in that marvelous liquid sunshine! What beautiful imagery. Scarlett

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