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 Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut


household saint
eleven
caught the
train late hair
& tumbled wild
angelic down
from heaven's
seventh
stair

2015-Rene

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  1. You made me smile with this one

    Have a good Sunday

    Much love ...

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  2. Nice response to the prompt...

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  3. any possibility you could interact with people over at poets united...you post your link weekly, and i never see that you comment on anyone's.

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    1. Sorry, Mary! I am limited to using a crappy phone and sketchy service. I will try to comment as much as I can in the future.

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  4. whew. just the thought of 11 kids...
    makes me want to pull my hair out...ha...
    there are plenty of moms I would give sainthood
    to...

    fun flow in this rene...been a while...smiles.

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    1. Yeah. It has! Still writing, though on mobile friendly sites. I've been reduced to using just my phone...and it gets old

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  5. This made me smile! Sometimes we do feel like household saints indeed.

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  6. Household saint! I love it. Our Lady of Perpetual Cleaning.

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  7. Very nice! Thanks for taking the time to visit my blog :)

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  8. I also see something angelic there !

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  9. oha - when the kids were small i felt like a household saint myself sometimes - or wished for one..smiles

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  10. You use enjambment brilliantly in this tight write. Love that!

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  11. This tumbled off the tongue so very nicely...

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  12. Short & snappy ~ Very nice Rene ~

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  13. Thanks for commenting, Rene. I hadn't realized you had difficulty...I understand and accept! Be well, and keep writing.

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  14. Very interesting take on the painting. Great poem.

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  15. She is foolishly beautiful , in a star maid sort of way

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