| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 11/20/03 at 01:48 PM *Sigh*...looking at the wind, and rainy darkness outside I'm wishing that I was still beneath the blankets! A timely post indeed! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/21/03 at 01:14 AM Quite an analogy! Cold outside those covers. Body wants to stick to those covers! Yeah, yeah! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/21/03 at 06:23 PM Is meets think.... a lot to think about on that phrase. Many things to be derived and re-thought. Great verse that holds my mind hostage to thought. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 11/21/03 at 06:44 PM mmmmmmmmm........ cozy. comfy. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/21/03 at 11:48 PM Yawn ah good ah yawn poem Alex. Y-a-w-n Charlie |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 12/03/03 at 10:56 PM I really like the line "(Where is meets think)" |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/06/03 at 11:10 AM while you dream warm dreams in yours, I toss and roll in mine, like the sea. A beautiful, upon rising poem. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 03/30/04 at 01:22 AM oh my god...that is one of the most beautiful things i've read today...that is going on my favourite list..thanx |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/04/05 at 01:52 PM as I type, it is presently snowing outside my window and you have me thinking about warm covers, suspension and mollasses and other such delighful articles of confection |
