Sometimes the sticky goo that fills my heart
seeps out at the seems.
It drips a bit and puffs it out,
making it look like something out of a dream.
But truthfully when this happens I know it is making room,
But truthfully when this happens I know it is making room,
for all of you who support
me while I am taking bloom.
me while I am taking bloom.
26 comments:
Beautiful. Worth remembering when next I get all gooey.
YOU are amazing. Every time I come here, I leave with a gem that makes me a better person. Thank you.
Alice Audrey said it first - no less true here.
Very nice, Cat!
Cat - very nice poem. . . I like the picture too!
I like that, very unusual but very nice.
As for me - I loved this 55.
Thank you so much,
PG
nice....very nice
What's life without the goo!
Loved it, and thinking of you.
You clever sticky gooish girl. Love the thick imagery from a heart. Makes it something else entirely.
As always Cat, great 55!
Love it.
Sweet!
That was a GREAT one Cat! Nice.
I think I can detect a penumbra around this. ~Mary
very creative and well done! it was worth the wait!!!
It sounds like the sap is rising--just kidding. I think that you are actually flowering.
Me again, stragely be thinking of that poem all weekend.
Would yiou be ok I I put that poem on the sidebar of my blog??
Everyones getting into poetry just lately, it must be the summer, I have even done a couple of poems this year but not as good as yours
Bloomin Sticky.... :-)
Love this poem. I'm hoping to start blooming soon.
this is SO lovely, almost as stunning as watching you bloom.
Smooch!
i *love* sticky goo :o)
this is a beautiful blessing cat, well spoken and resonates with the fellowship of poets of the ages!
thanks!
Great poetry. I enjoyed this.
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How did I miss this piece of beauty?
Must have been eating something gooey.
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