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October 09, 2012

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viv blake

The day's processional: a gorgeous expression, and a lovely poem.

Julie Jordan Scott

Thank you! I am not exactly sure where that came from EXCEPT I see the beginning of the day as a very sacred time.

Sarah S.

For some reason I can only imagine this poem being read out loud in a whisper and nothing louder. There's this feeling of being the only one awake (with the exception of the cat) in a quiet house waiting for the day to begin. Well done.

Morgan Dragonwillow

What is interesting is that I read this after watching Pretty on your OctPoWriMo prompt for today. So the intensity that was in that rant was in the reading of your poem. Completely different than when I read it late last night. I love this either way.

One of my favorite lines within this poem:
"only the soft breathing
of my sleeping children and
the cat's paws on the
hardwood floors..."

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