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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. MaryFebruary 8, 2015 at 8:32 PM

    Clever!

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  2. Gillena CoxFebruary 8, 2015 at 8:44 PM

    You made me smile with this one

    Have a good Sunday

    Much love ...

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  3. Kathe W.February 8, 2015 at 8:47 PM

    inspired! Love it!

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  4. brudbergFebruary 9, 2015 at 12:52 AM

    Not easy being a household saint.

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  5. Maria MaineroFebruary 9, 2015 at 12:56 AM

    Very good!

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  6. BerowneFebruary 9, 2015 at 4:31 AM

    Nice response to the prompt...

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  7. MaryFebruary 9, 2015 at 8:01 AM

    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. UnknownFebruary 9, 2015 at 8:52 AM

      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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  8. 21 WitsFebruary 9, 2015 at 12:08 PM

    Oh very clever!

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  9. Brother OllieFebruary 9, 2015 at 12:21 PM

    Cool piece - I dig your flow.

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  10. Brian MillerFebruary 9, 2015 at 1:12 PM

    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. UnknownFebruary 9, 2015 at 1:36 PM

      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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  11. GabriellaFebruary 9, 2015 at 1:14 PM

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

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  12. RommyFebruary 9, 2015 at 1:50 PM

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

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  13. TorieFebruary 9, 2015 at 2:07 PM

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

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  14. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2015 at 2:49 PM

    I also see something angelic there !

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  15. ClaudiaFebruary 9, 2015 at 3:40 PM

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

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  16. UnknownFebruary 9, 2015 at 4:10 PM

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

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  17. Tess KincaidFebruary 9, 2015 at 5:18 PM

    This tumbled off the tongue so very nicely...

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  18. HelenaFebruary 9, 2015 at 5:46 PM

    Succinctly sweet!

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  19. GraceFebruary 9, 2015 at 8:54 PM

    Short & snappy ~ Very nice Rene ~

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  20. MaryFebruary 9, 2015 at 10:23 PM

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

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  21. Gen Giggles February 10, 2015 at 8:24 AM

    Very interesting take on the painting. Great poem.

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  22. Silent Otto February 11, 2015 at 12:27 AM

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

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