When Writing

By Shannan

Wed, 13 Jun 2012

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What an immeasurable pleasure
To dabble in creation at leisure
To play with minute subtlety
And dance with nuance delicately
As seconds are recorded in hours
And time loses all her powers
Ink engraves infinity

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I liked this. Rhiannon

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Wed, 2012-06-13 15:42

I liked this. Rhiannon

This is beautiful, Shannan.

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Wed, 2012-06-13 17:52

This is beautiful, Shannan. Less is often more, as here. SSS x

Thank-you. So wonderful that

Permalink Submitted by Shannan on Thu, 2012-06-14 07:42

Thank-you. So wonderful that I get to share and be shared with, in and when writing :-) True dat SSS x

Shannon, your poem is like a

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Tue, 2012-07-10 19:21

Shannon, your poem is like a rose, blossoming into a punch line, as your last line; superb. Richard LP

Richard L. Provencher

Richard, that is such a

Permalink Submitted by Shannan on Thu, 2012-07-12 12:05

Richard, that is such a gorgeous simile - Thank-you :-)

When Writing

By Shannan

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I liked this. Rhiannon

This is beautiful, Shannan.

Thank-you. So wonderful that

Shannon, your poem is like a

Richard, that is such a

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