Closure
another story told
a tidy home
setting soul
a touch of frost
on the flowers pot
before fall
a holy end
of windswept roads
praise, know
minnows dart
to and fro
sunflight specks in shallows
figs and poppyseeds
i have them all
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You misspelled "masturbation".
All!?
When you bite into a fig the little seeds are like crunchy little poppy seeds no?...or are you saying you have ovaries?
:)
poetry is a loincloth.
masturbation is emotional poetry.
"whatever else, poetry is freedom. forget the rhetoric, the trick of lying all poets pick up sooner or later..."
-- irving layton
figs and poppyseeds is an old saying of my grandmothers...
I am the master masturbator!
:'0
Interesting, so what does it mean?
(the saying that is not your self proclaimed title)
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