Dude, I posted one, and humbly beg your forgiveness.
Rabbitch | Homepage | 02.02.06 - 12:55 pm | #

I posted one, too. Be kind.

Or, at the very least, lie.
Sara | Homepage | 02.02.06 - 2:14 pm | #

I just realized that the poem you posted is by you. It puts me right in the desert. And I swear I've seen that same coyote. Lovely.
Sara | Homepage | 02.02.06 - 2:54 pm | #

have left a poem in honour of Bride on my blog, one told me by my nan here in England. Don't know if it was hers or one she heard but there you go. Called once I found a fairy
amber in england
amber moggie | Homepage | 02.02.06 - 3:17 pm | #

'... walking sand.'

Perfect.
Childe | 02.02.06 - 3:24 pm | #

I've posted a poem on my page in honor of today. Enjoy!
Susan | Homepage | 02.02.06 - 4:48 pm | #

i've posted a poem on my blog. it is my own,inspired by the events of my evening. be brutal.
minnie | Homepage | 02.03.06 - 12:17 am | #

Sara's mom here--

Lovely indeed. . . both yours and Sara's poems--You are sensitive observers of deserts, oceans, the land and its creatures--may your hearts remain wild and beautiful.
deb in Ohio | 02.03.06 - 9:04 am | #

I don't have a blog, so here is one that I have always liked despite it's bittersweet nature:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows it boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Julie | 02.03.06 - 9:40 am | #