305 Fingers On The Pulse
It rained in Kentucky yesterday.
I heard this from the poets.
Poets just love to talk about the weather.
Torrential this, my heart breaking that.
It’s always something with them.
But, unlike meteorologists, we’re always right.
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Love!
ADORE!
yes, we’re always right… I’m chuckling at myself as I just wrote and posted a poem this morning about nature both making and breaking my heart.
Could I have your permission to embroider this piece?
Oh Leah! That’s so sweet. Yes, of course. I’d love to see the word meteorologist embroidered… (way more o’s than you’d imagine!!).
THANK YOU! I’ll be sure to credit your words- and send you pics 🙂
Ha! So right! So funny.
Of course we are! Love this.
Wonderful!
this made me laugh. truth
Love the poem!
Quote from J. D. Salinger
“Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.”
Spot on!
The concise tone and space here is wonderful
Absolutely 😉