prva slana
njegov glas
prek telefona
posted by polona @ 22:24
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
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14 Comments:
Oh, this gave me chills!
Good blending of word and image.
WOW!!!! Agree with the chills!! Damned good!!
Yes, I like how many things this could be saying!
This is a multi-dextrous poem. Well done.
Simply riveting. You're very talented. Keep at it! c",)
I am longing to hear him...
I connect my feeling with your image...
Chilling! Nice one Polona. Hope that you are well.
ditto
hugs
mb: the frost gave me some, too. i had a few phone calls, though, but they were all benign.
aurora, thank you as always!
ha! a wow and a curse word in one comment! thank you, pat!!
tim: much appreciated, thank you!
andrew: you're absolutely right, quite a few options here... thank you!
it's supposed to be, masago. thank you!
irene: thank you and welcome!
amalendu: as i said, the real life phone calls were benign. but... there's always room for the reader's input.
thank you!
don: thank you. as i said before, nothing really happened and i'm fine. :)
kai: :-)
hugs
lovely picture!
there is a stark beauty in those weeds(?) against a blank sky.
thank you, dsnake1!
that's some sort of grass.
This is so good on so many levels!
thank you, pris!
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