by Toward A Word
...love your work when it shows itself, always wish there was another, and more. Yours words take me, own me when I read them. Thank you.
into the country night. It all takes a slightly different course in the darkness, the stolen kiss, the whispers, all very exciting. very good.
jim : )
i couldnt sop laughing when I got to crapapple..maybe I can finish the poem later..hell, what a typo!!
Flying fast as your heart. Lovely images. Love the moonlight gleaming in the rabbit's eye. Change to crabapples and you are 100%!
A spell check woulda caught it! But it's still a lovely poem, full of contained excitement and draws the reader on past the "crapapple" with ease.
Well done!
you can feel the adrenaline pumping. Thump..whooosh...thump....whoosh. Be still my heart.