hollered phrase
comforted by a whisper
let it ride
through hollow ancient times
bypassing today’s onlookers
caressed by tomorrow’s sunflower
its yellow reminder
that without love
it really doesn’t matter
by mary ann blinkhorn
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mypenandme 
l’amour, c’est tout, hein?
I always like your putting-together of words … “hollow ancient times”, for example. And I’m not usually one for poetry π
Thank you, Al. I enjoyed spending time on MySpace and WordPress today. Now… off to my screenplay. π
Very nice Mary Ann.
Thanks. It’s about time I wrote something! Happy New Year, my friend.
Thanks Mary Ann. π
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Thanks. π
β¦comforted by a whisper. Fabulous, M.A. May it always be.
blessings ~ maxi
You’re very kind. Thank you. π
a beauty Mary Ann and although it sometimes seems there’s no love there always is if we remain open…
That is so true. π
Lovely!
Thank you, Freeda. π
My pleasure. Have a great day!
Beautiful poem, Mary Ann! I like it very much! π
Thanks, Raani. π
making me feel as if I can’t wait for tomorrow sunflower. x
Thanks you. π
I don’t usually read poetry but I’ve been reading yours and I like it. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for the lovely compliment. I don’t read a whole lot of poetry either — mostly screenplays.