'Bit' more cheerful. Hope u enjoy! {N:~~~~~~~~~~~~~: Perhaps because I added the photo later, Author's Den has this poem posted twice. Means reviews sometimes show up below the first -- i.e., unillustrated -- version. When people go to the trouble of reading and reviewing, I feel that their reviews ought to be seen by as many readers as possible. Therefore, I am 'collating' the reviews for this poem. Here are the two that have appear at the bottom of vsn 1 thus far:
10/23/2006 Felix Perry Very touching write that I know comes from the heart and your muse is no doubt smiling at the success of this one. Fee
10/23/2006 Marcia Duning And then there are things.................Thanks. Pod. I need cheerful
Thanks to all of you !!
Things, and There are Things
. . . . . . . . .. . .not supposed to love things. Can I help it if the little redbud out my window has leaves shaped like hearts? At the moment, they are gold. Spring and summer paints them shamrock and lime. A tree, is it an object? Mere vegetable? Isn’t all I love. Running Strong for American Indian Youth sent me a dream-catcher, how can I not love that? The wicker basket my son wove at Camp Powwow when he was five that goes in where it is supposed to go out, how can I not love that? My daughter painted a red and yellow daisy and I love you on a rock. It will sit in a place of honor as long as I live. The miniature lighthouses, I adore because they belong to my Ray. So many things come together in time. Too many, there are those who would say. Can’t be. These things that I love bear very real traces of people I love. Who love me. Many have been carried from this vale. But they left me with tiny bits of themselves on vases made in ceramic class that lean and bear lumps. Didn’t really leave, you see. Sunlight is polishing the leaves of a tree Ray transplanted eons ago. The lavender-tinted vase nourishing a hand-picked bouquet, a friend wired years ago care-of a hospital. Its glass glows in a way almost eery. Almost think it magic. Almost hear its heart beat. Do not tell me to tag loved ones with prices guaranteed to sell. Have a yard sale, I guarantee Love will stay in the house, where it belongs. With me.
YOu know it...
LOve stays where it KNOWS it needs to be!
IN the house of the family!
Great Poem Pea~
WE had yardsales every wkend.. I use to call it yardsale burn out..
I didn't look forward to it! He is now my Ex anyway, and life took an Excellent turn!
YOur writing style is Starkly honest1
I enjoy!
WArmly, Sheee
Our knick-knacks shape us into the loving people we are. We are attached to these things because we are attached to the people who gave us these things. I just recently gave someone I love a gift and I hope she cherishes it the way you have described the things you hold close in your heart, Pea...I give to you a big hug, keep it with your dye so when you need it again, you can color your day...I love you tubs full, Pea Green...I would say Happy Halloween, but I know you will have a Halloween poem for us in the next five days, so I will wait...
You have packed a lot of emotions into this one; and they're all beautiful. It's good to be feeling this way. Your last line few lines says it all in unconditional love.
This is a touching and heartfelt poem, Phyllis. A pleasure to read and we enjoy the many wonders you've chosen to share with us. These are things, yes, but they are also loving symbols of a time, a place, a person who meant so very much.
Thank you.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 23, 2006
Phyllis, Beautiful the whole poem.
"I guarantee Love will stay
in the house, where it belongs.
With me."
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LOve stays where it KNOWS it needs to be!
IN the house of the family!
Great Poem Pea~
WE had yardsales every wkend.. I use to call it yardsale burn out..
I didn't look forward to it! He is now my Ex anyway, and life took an Excellent turn!
YOur writing style is Starkly honest1
I enjoy!
WArmly, Sheee
luv ya
Carmen :-)
Sage
You have packed a lot of emotions into this one; and they're all beautiful. It's good to be feeling this way. Your last line few lines says it all in unconditional love.
Fantastic write!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
~Linda
in the house, where it belongs.
With me.
And I believe you!
most enjoyable
thank you
Love & Peace
William
in the house, where it belongs.
With me."
A wonderful reality.
" Memories are made of this ".....
Very touching
Blessings
Peter
love Tinka
Thank you.
Love,
CJ
"I guarantee Love will stay
in the house, where it belongs.
With me."
Light & Love,
Joselyn
Rusty
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.