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I'm glad your puppy is home with you.

I am so glad he is feeling better. My heart sunk like a stone when you said he had been hit. I hope his recovery is fast, his scars are small and his attitude is quite unchanged:)

Strange as it sounds. such total glee for puppy pee. Home, heart, Haines and a little sugar will do the rest.

Yeah the pup is home!! Sometimes we take for granted just how much we become dependant upon those little furballs.

*hugs to you* I am sure you have had a hard times these last few weeks so I just wish I could give you a real hug. Blessings to you both.

..so pleased, for you.

It's amazing just hearing it spoken the way it should be... the way you meant it to be read.

You are amazing, if you were the 'standard', I would stop writing and just read....or listen.

I'm trying so hard not to comment on your voice ...lol

Wow I loved it....really brought it to life x

..words of exquisite longing, beautifully spoken.

..said, with a great deal of feeling.

..

..I do like the sound of your melifluous tones.

I could listen to your voice all day. You could read the phonebook out loud and captivate me.

I am dialup, first of all. So I rarely watch youtube, or listen to any streams. When I download, it's usually not until nightfall when I know I won't normally have use of the phone.



That being said, I listened to this.



I am so glad that I did.



Your voice holds alchemy and river waters in it's tone, and you bring out even more of the wistful yearning that seems to cradle your words.



Thank you for sharing this.

I came back to close my eyes and listen ... again.

You have a way with words I could only hope to come close to some day....

..words of exquisite longing.

This is nearly tangible, this writing, as though I could reach out and brush my fingers against these thoughts. I imagine it would feel like the breath of a lover against my neck in the earliest part of morning.



Beautiful, you.

So beautiful.

you write very beautiful word m'lady. . .im not knowledgable in poetry more than just simple rhymes but the couple ive read sofar are very good to me!

That was beautiful. I got so very many different images from it.

Wow.As always,I am speechless.

Profoundly beautiful.

Of all the creative things that I do or have done... Poetry, is one that escapes me.



Wonderful!

I do love this, and I can barely wait until you read it to me. In my head, I always rush your words, with your voice being so soft and knowing the timing of your own works so well, I always am surprised by how much life you breathe into them.

Beautiful

This is truly captivating. Your imagery is amazing and I can really feel this poem.

''Over-torqued parts of me''



omg ... and you got it all to work.

..wow! Your uses of words far surpasses mine 'Teach.' Beatifully phrased, as ever.

Just a re-visit.

You know, everytime I come back and read your work I see a passage or a phrase that I interpret differently and the whole aspect just shines as if it were written anew.

I could lose myself in your pages .... I often do.



"You, my last glimpse of life

Misted in a gold I never divined."



You evoke so much emotion from me, words really do fail me.

As you exhale these words, we breathe them in.



Thank you, for honoring me here.



I can see you dancing, and it brings a smile.

And to think you are dancing on the same side of the lake as I am :) If you throw the end of the boa... I just might be able to catch it from here :)

Arms reaching like impossibly long branches into the atmosphere capture stars and love and all that exists inbetween. You do this with your words.



Thank you.

You already know how much I love this. I have a slightly damp tissue and red eyes even now. I love you:)

It was so awesome to read it to you as I was writing it, Irony. Thank you for sharing the special moments of my life with me. I love you.

So where is the beautiful tale of love for the assholes who bear pointy bit genitals in your life? We, boys, who fill your nights with the delicious agony of your scrabble. We, men, who weep tears of blood as your literary prowess forcefully penetrates us, without lube. We, dudes, who speak in creepy voices that make your epidermis attempt an exit, stage left. Who writes the hymns to us?



/mourn

I had the experience earlier this year of being held up by a blanket woven of years of female experience; seamed with hard lessons and soft voices. At a point that I felt so low and vulnerable, and could finally voice it, I was immediately embraced by a circle of women that have always watched over me from a distance. The best things in women help me to remember the smell of dogwood blossoms and the summers of my later childhood. The grace of a woman's pure love is a hard thing to capture with a word and yet, in itself, is never elusive.

Dearest Earth Bound Angel your words lift up my soul and bring the shimmer of tears to my eyes. You are a precious friend and soul that I am honored to have bless my life. Thank you for your words. You are one of the dearest and truest friends I have. Thank you for being you.

Yes, there is nothing to compare with feeling our place in creation x

:)

This is ... thank you. *wipes a tear away*

I can never walk away from your journal Joli without being humbled.

brava.

This is a sentiment that I can empathize with.

Very beautiful, and surprisingly pertinent.