fridge poetry

I was sitting at my friends the other day and discovered... fridge poetry! She had this set of magnetic poetry, and as we were making supper, we had a little fun making poetry...it was such a special moment, our creative juices were flowing...so the other day she comes by with a magnetic poetry set of my very own! I was very excited...what a true friend :) Here are some excerpts from her fridge and mine...
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I will incubate my dreams in the shadows of a thousand winters

and ache for the storms of summer.

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I feel the whisper of a languid wind blowing through a sun drunk forest.

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Stop chaining me to death's sordid rusty butt!!!!!

(a particularly rough moment resisting the temptations within the fridge!)

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I trudge the stormy road of winter and ache to see the sweet spring rains.

(winter can be oh so long)

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this one is K's, and I hope she doesn't mind my sharing it...

I think love is about friends incubating dreams together

and telling whispers of thousands of visions.

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your fiddle, it pleases eternity!

(another one of K's...her daughter is 11 and plays the fiddle beautifully!)

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here are some of the kids ramblings...

his ship is black drool

(this one is C's...)

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she can never like my hot red boiled head

another one of C's...we are putting money aside for therapy :)

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swim after cooking not

anonymous..but wise

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let's cry to live

(my J wrote this one and laughed his silly little head off...I had to keep it)

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