|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/13/08 at 10:24 PM|
There is something quite pleasing, even aromatic and tasty here. Between the colors of flowers the table and your "melt-down" into a virtual gastronomy. Wonderful confection this. It maybe the first poem to need a napkin! Thanks.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/13/08 at 10:42 PM|
...kristina, ah ditto what gregory said and i absolute love the "drawn" picture of the room/casa/sala/vase/fleurs and the cute bordering on gorgeous oak table, too much...peace, chaz
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/13/08 at 11:41 PM|
Man, talk about flow. This one is as smooth as goat lips. Wow! I read this one three times and it is just soothing to say.
|Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 02/14/08 at 01:14 AM|
Ha! Delicious. Next time, maybe throw in a "stick a' buttah" and see what happens!
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/14/08 at 11:12 PM|
You've got watch those southern belles! They know how to get the most out of what they bake. Nicely done!
|Posted by Charles M Harrison on 02/15/08 at 10:57 AM|
A feast for the heart. Very nice very sensual.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/08 at 01:47 PM|
Senusous and sensual! Great write as usual!