queenie March 23, 2014 "my bed" photo by Tracey Emin sliding down supine moon swept dais hipster mummy's gnawed repose © 2014-Rene Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels magpietales Poem poetry senryu Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments Brian MillerMarch 23, 2014 at 5:27 PMbut whose mummy is it?and are you sure its not a daddy?smiles.pretty cool what you see in that pic renehow you been?ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownMarch 23, 2014 at 5:42 PMHah! Brian. Mummy had to powder her nose...wait...where's my nose?What's good with you?ReplyDeleteRepliesBrian MillerMarch 23, 2014 at 8:41 PMah you know...grad school...kicking my butt...teaching...almost summer though...smilesDeleteRepliesReplyReplyWayneMarch 23, 2014 at 7:47 PMNice one Rene...thanks for sharingReplyDeleteRepliesReplySherry Blue SkyMarch 23, 2014 at 8:45 PMI was looking to see if I could identify any good snack packages beside the bed!!!! The origin of the "gnawed repose", I suspect!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySilent Otto March 24, 2014 at 6:08 AMHa ha , of course ! Hipster mummy has fallen down the far side ....ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTrellissimoMarch 24, 2014 at 8:44 AMOh, those nights when the gnawing doesn't stop...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyPearlMarch 24, 2014 at 1:59 PMHipster mummy is right!PearlReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownMarch 24, 2014 at 7:03 PMBrief. Personal. Direct.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJinksyMarch 25, 2014 at 11:18 AMMuch said with few words...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKathe W.March 25, 2014 at 3:50 PMwell done! Love the "gnawed repose"!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyhyperCRYPTICalMarch 26, 2014 at 1:28 PMYum - or maybe not - as in the mess!Anna :o]ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidMarch 26, 2014 at 4:12 PMHa...like the play on words with "mummy"...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyHelenaMarch 26, 2014 at 6:16 PMA succinct sucka-punch!!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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but whose mummy is it?
ReplyDeleteand are you sure its not a daddy?
smiles.
pretty cool what you see in that pic rene
how you been?
Hah! Brian. Mummy had to powder her nose...wait...where's my nose?
ReplyDeleteWhat's good with you?
ah you know...grad school...kicking my butt...
Deleteteaching...almost summer though...smiles
Nice one Rene...thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI was looking to see if I could identify any good snack packages beside the bed!!!! The origin of the "gnawed repose", I suspect!
ReplyDeleteHa ha , of course ! Hipster mummy has fallen down the far side ....
ReplyDeleteOh, those nights when the gnawing doesn't stop...
ReplyDeleteHipster mummy is right!
ReplyDeletePearl
Brief. Personal. Direct.
ReplyDeleteMuch said with few words...
ReplyDeletewell done! Love the "gnawed repose"!
ReplyDeleteYum - or maybe not - as in the mess!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ha...like the play on words with "mummy"...
ReplyDeleteA succinct sucka-punch!!
ReplyDelete