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Clouds drifting over blue skies transform a vibrant day into gray.
Love, that once was spring, with new buds flowering, has wilted in the wind.
The sun’s rays once warm on my skin, leaves me with indifference.
Where do you find beauty when your soul no longer has a home?
It flitters in your heart; restless and alone – unsure of where to go.
Places once warm are now iced over; frigid and cold.
You seek to find the fire, yet only frost with its tenacious hold,
clings to you as you shiver, for winter has taken over.
Join the fun of an open mic over at Crow’s! 
Poet Rummager 
Marvelous piece
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Thank you so much! I’m sorry, but your comment was in my spam folder.
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Oh don’t apologize, it happens
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Love gone
Just when you thought
You had it licked
Yet neither one of us
Really knew love
Passion was a winter’s kiss
The Sheldon Perspective
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Passion did turn out to be a winter’s kiss. I think the cold can numb one into thinking there was some warmth there. I melt from your words — no cold when you’re here, Shel. Thank you. xo
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I really enjoyed your reading of the poem, especially the intonation of the final five words. Frosty.
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I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. It took forever to get it right in audio! This was the first time I had to record the poem at least five times — my voice would crack. That’s never happened before. I took a break and drank Earl Grey tea. Do you drink tea? It’s my coffee now.
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Yes, I drink tea. Do you sing? That can help strengthen your vocal chords and increase your range as well, not that I think you need it. I can sing, but I sound ridiculous reading poetry. I guess we all have our strengths. 🙂
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I don’t sing very well. Really? Well, you can sing your poems then!
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Tomorrow is my birthday
And you know what the next day
Six months w/o a smoke
63
It’s getting freaky in here
HELP
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Aw, Happy Birthday Eve, Sheldon! ❤ You've done an amazing thing not smoking for 6 months. I'm sure your girls are also the better for it! Will you be having a party?
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Oh Rose
they really always want to give me something special
I’m such a stuck in the mud
A real mole
I’m tryin Rose
But I will probably celebrate on the web
Cookin up some stuff for tomorrow posts
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It’s your day — just spend it the way you want. I’ll be sure to check on your posts tomorrow!
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I can feel the chill rolling off your words.
all leaves lose color
skies become smooth concrete slabs
–autumn in the heart
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Nice haiku! You should write more. 🍃 🍂 🍁
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I’m planning on it 😉
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Tie me down — I may not be able to contain myself 😀
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🐍the snake will have to do. Couldn’t find a rope.
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Haha! Not your snake, I hope.
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No silly, the iPhone’s.
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LOL! So clever.
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[…] Poet Rummager (my thorny Rose) Into Gray […]
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Beautiful blue sky giving way to grey clouds. That’s quite a dramatic picture. A lovely poem to go with Rose. Don’t know why I couldn’t hear the sound.
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You paint a lovely picture with your words. Rich Finck has gorgeous photos on his blog. Thanks Somali! 🙂
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Will check out his blog as well 🙂
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Yes! Please do — Rich is very low profile, but his talent is unmistakable.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you very much Kunal! Hope your days are bright.
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Thanks!
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Yea, things are so fleeting and fragile…the older you get the more you realise that fact.
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You’d think there would be less grumpy old people in this world since they know how fleeting life really is, but more often than not, grumpy people reign supreme over the happy ones. What a shame!
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Poignant
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I love that word, “poignant.” Did you know that the word is derived from old French meaning to prick, pierce?
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I didn’t, but that is most apt
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Beautiful, but sad.
The photo is stunning.
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Beautiful and sad are synonymous. Haha!! I’m kidding and was poking fun at our conversation regarding pain and beauty. 😀 Thanks Merril! Rich Finck’s photographs are stunning.
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You’re funny. 🙂 And you’re welcome.
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apart from your beautiful poetry, I must admit that I also love your exchange of poetic comments with sheldon..its just beautiful at how two wonderful writers could just write such beautiful random thoughts. ..
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Thank you Mich! You’re so sweet to say that, and isn’t Shel amazing? He comes up with the most beautiful phrases. Thanks again. 🙂
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yes indeed Sheldon could come up with really beautiful phrases. .
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Indeed! 😉 ❤
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This was truly beautiful, PR.
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Aw, thanks so much, Drew!
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You expressed the season of winter so beautifully in the poem… so reflective.
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Winter is cruel to the heart and to the soul. Thank you for your sweet words, Iris!
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Good to hear you read… thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you Iris, for your kind words! 🙂
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A terrific poem Rose.
“Where do you find beauty when your
soul no longer has a home?”
A wonderful line.
Oh, you have a lovely speaking voice as well. ☺️
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Thanks so much, Alan! I love hearing which lines you find interesting. Aw, shucks, all these wonderful compliments from you — is it Christmas already?? ❤ 🎄
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Haunting and inspiring.
Cold. Pond iced over.
Silent snow on tomb-like mound.
Beavers wait it out.
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I love your haiku poems! Haha!! Poor beavers — you and Fly pick on them so much.
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I like it! A touch melancholy, just perfect for fall. Incidentally, I’m delighted to read in your comments that you’ve joined the Earl Grey club! 🙂
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In my mind, we drink Earl Grey together as I sputter it all over the table, because you’re making me laugh! Cheers dear BunK. ☕️☕️
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That sounds nice. Hope there are cookies. 🙂
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Cookies and biscuits, of course! Doughnuts, too, if you like. 😘
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Great! Count me in! 🙂
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Nice recording! You paced yourself and didn’t rush. Winter eventually melts away (hopefully).
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You think? I thought I kinda rushed it a tad, but if you don’t think so, then I’m glad! Aw, nice smile! Look at that yellow shirt! Awesome. You look like sunshine!
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Your pronunciation wasn’t rushed and I was able to clearly understand the words. Was this your fifth spoken word?
Sunshine…oops! Gotta go change. Haha. Just kidding. A local bear caused me to look angry in my last profile photograph.
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Haha! I just thought overall, I was a bit speedy, but if you can understand each word, then I won’t stress about it.
Hmm. A bear would make me look scared and not angry. Your expression was probably the ideal one to have, since the bear steered clear of Mr. Angry. Your shirt is cool with the turquoise trim and on your cuffs. So fashionisto! 😊
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Well…you don’t want to be too slow, right? Or your voice may come across as robotic, which it never has.
My angry and scared expressions are identical. Lucky me. The bear(s) strip bark from trees, and I’m pretty sure they’re trying to intimidate dog walkers. Turquoise is the way of the future.
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Thanks Penney.
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Thank you for a great blog
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Oh, I love this! Beautiful reading, bleak and melancholy. Wonderful!
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Thanks a bunch! Bleak and melancholy are so me!! 😀
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Me too 😦
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The words here have exuded their true meaning through your recitation of the poem…you have done it so beautifully…deep and melancholic.
Also, the picture speaks for itself…I’m going to visit Finck’s blog… 🙂
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Oh, I truly find joy in your expressions! Thanks my dear Mani.
Please visit Rich’s blog — many amazing photographs to be found. 🙂
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I’ve already visited his blog. Thanks a lot for reco. He is an amazing photographer… 🙂
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It is a very seasonal poem, Rose. I haven’t seen any rain for so long, but soon it will be nothing else but rain. When love is fading away, indifference sets in. When the sun is gone, melancholy and irritation frequent our forecast. Our soul needs a warm home, and colors.
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You understood my poem perfectly, Inese! The soul is hypersensitive about finding a good home — I completely agree. Rain will be falling here frequently soon, too, and I’m so looking forward to it!
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Great Post!
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Warmth always returns even if it takes an age > Love your writing Rose. BTW I lost your comment to one of my posts 😦 so thanks for dropping by (maybe a month ago).
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Thanks so much Andy! Comments tend to take the scenic route at times and get desperately lost 😀 I’ll visit your amazing blog soon, and this time, I will give my comments a map. 🙂
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Being lost is sometimes the best way to go forward. Always loved the scenic route 🙂
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