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notes - I know why the
by Maria Massarella
system logs me out when
I post in the forums, post a comment or
play chess with my poems moving them from
one folder to another
ha. the surprise element. alerts.
a login on replay can be fertilizer for the brain.
it keeps me from forgetting my password -
stabilizes my relationship with the keyboard, too. plus
it waters gratitude
for every other little thing that scents of perfection
on the site. my arms open to embrace
the little imperfections. could I ever love you less
when your walk denotes a slight limp...
knowing that I will probably have to re-login
on posting my words can be like playing with the wind
in games of tag - be the minuscule subliminal test of the
capacity to be ray of sun in a cloudy sky day - or
as currently in my corner of the world: be moonbeam on dark night.
I love the
warmth here in my home.heart. love the inner moon
sun. spring. the past. present. love the every
thing
of
y
o
u
*m.a
03/27/2012 Author's Note: PPSssst.
Posted on 03/27/2012
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/12 at 11:57 PM Because you love life!! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/27/12 at 11:58 PM I love how this starts, and how it ends, because the journey in the middle is of considerable depth and travel. Wonderful. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/28/12 at 02:43 AM Everything you touch or that touches you turns to poetry. I would log in a thousand times to read and comment on something as exquisite as site troubles turned into bliss. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/28/12 at 02:37 PM I know why your poetry is beloved. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/28/12 at 07:06 PM ... brilliant..... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/28/12 at 11:21 PM Lemonade from lemons - you are the mistress of the positive approach and this poem makes my day a better place. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/26/13 at 04:59 AM congratulations on POTD, Maria. Very well deserved. |
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