Papi11on hears you not
the hots for me she has got
her favorite tea is steeping
portholes barred sans peeping
lest you waste your fine pastry
slide it over here to she and me
What a beautiful poem! Thank you very much for composing it, and I'll admit the sentiment of your lines made my eyes leak. I love reading verse and have enormous respect and admiration for anyone's ability to compose it.
I think this was a lovely thing for you to do, and I wish I were able to express more eloquently how much it means to me but somehow, I think you already know.
Heartfelt thanks and gratitude, my dear.
Anne-Marie
As ever, your wit and good humour has me captivated. Little wonder then that my temperature and blushes rise at the merest glimpse of your wirrlygig in the postings!
That is SO clever of you to meld passion, portholes and pastries all into one neat verse. I'm tickled pink, dear boy. Thank you!! My thanks too for creating a link to this posting on my photo's feedback page.
Thank you. I can't really take credit; Anne-Marie's painting had so much feeling to it. I wasn't able to capture it accurately, but it had a few of the elements, anyway. cheers, Q
Hope you don't mind my saying so, but I think you're selling yourself a wee bit short.
If the verses you composed are what felt right 'under the ribcage' for you, then I think you've more than captured the essence/elements/call-it-what-you-will of my painting.
I'm thrilled to bits that my work moved you sufficiently to put pen to paper. After all, you could either have ignored it or thrown eggs at it.
Coming from someone for whom chronic illness often means 'brainfog' and an inability to string a coherent sentence together, believe me when I say that it's THE most wonderful feeling in the world to be given the gift of someone else's creativity in the form of poetry, prose or even a positive reaction to a photo effort, and all the more so when the feedback comes from a virtual pal.
Well, on that upbeat note, I'm going to shuffle off and wet my brushes, snap a few shots and bask in the sure-fire knowledge that our Caedian community is the soul-warming equivalent of optimum nutrition!
Won't you stop by my villa door,
I've seen you stroll by thrice before,
Lost in thought you noticed not,
My wave from 'neath the Sycamore.
Won't you stop by and yarn a bit
About your days, and we can sit
Near my Roses and Magnolias,
While exchanging bright tales of wit.
Won't you stop by my door of blue,
And rap three times to say it's you,
I'll steep us tea and sweet pastry,
And we’ll laugh ‘til the hours are few.