|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