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Honey Gold



honey gold
warming my cheek
your light is gonna
last me 
through the week

golden delicious
sweet autumn kisses
taste so nice
mixin’ the sugar 
with the spice

sunshine
workin’ those rays
you keep me
smilin’
when the sky turns
grey

and when the night 
falls
you’ll hear your name 
called
see you soon

i’ll brag about you
to the moon.

Rene 

Comments

  1. I love, love, love this! You should be submitting it to Willow and her Magpie Tales poetry/prose blog!!!! Seriously ......

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  2. i LOVE this. i will brag about YOU to the moon. beautiful.

    man, you disappear, i see you tinkering with your blog, you come back, it looks different again and better and THIS.

    i luuuv you. serious.

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  3. Forgot to say a photo of an apple is our prompt this week ......

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  4. Hey, there...likin' the nouveau graphique for the blog.


    I also like this post, especially that line about bragging to the moon. Sweet.

    Yet, the entire time I was reading this, Mark Sandman was crooning like the devil about sweet and good, in the form of Honey White...

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  5. mmm...tasty...now how bout some apple pie....

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  6. Your indirect personification in the last line is genius. And beautiful. Makes me want to go outside tonight and strike up a conversation.

    Thanks,

    Casey

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  7. I can smell apple pie as we speak.

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  8. You did not miss a detail to describe everything so perfectly! Makes you want to say good bye to summer and welcome fall.

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  9. You teach us that love is a relationship with everything.

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  10. "I'll brag about you to the moon."

    Love that.

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  11. Wonderful apple-y, fall-y piece. Yes, I so agree with Helen, this would make a great Magpie Tale!

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  12. Hmmmph.

    Now I want pie.

    And a moon with which to discuss the flavor.

    Hmmmph.

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  13. pen and girl,
    conduits to
    bolts of lightning

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  14. I am breathless--ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT, Rene. You truly are so good. This actually, no joke, bought a tear to my eye in its simple beauty of rhyme. I am in awe of your creative spirit. So very inspiring..

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  15. http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/poetry-potluck-bedazzled.html


    our poetry potluck is open, if you have poems (old or new) to share, link in NOW,
    you can link up to 3 poems, the more you share, the happier we are.
    Thanks for the participation!
    Happy Monday!
    If you follow our blog, we will have your link placed in our blog list.

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  16. You have left me speechless, this is simply stunning poetry and perfect for our Potluck!! So happy you have linked, thanks so much for your wonderful support. Much love xxx

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  17. This was such a neat poem! Enjoyed it immensely!

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  18. hmmm- making me hungry for more haha!

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  19. I'll brag about you to the moon.. love that...

    well-played

    Cheers, Luke

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