dannen
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« on: July 31, 2010, 04:26:50 AM » |
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I often wonder at the glory of two bodies
That fit together so beautifully
Where one nooks, the other crannies
Where one ebbs, the other flows
Snuggling, cuddling puppy piling
A soft place to shoulder
A hard place to …. Surrender
Bending, curving, breathing
Spooning in glorious wonder
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« Reply #1 on: August 01, 2010, 12:16:47 AM » |
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very nice, dannen. ain't biology grand
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dannen
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« Reply #2 on: August 01, 2010, 12:38:53 PM » |
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whoo hoo! for biology! and topography too!
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« Reply #3 on: August 01, 2010, 03:18:02 PM » |
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and geography !......well done....
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moe, larry, cheese....no, Limburger !
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« Reply #4 on: August 01, 2010, 10:16:00 PM » |
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Nice territory when you are there, but there's the flip side expressed by the old grizzly hunter in Jerimiah Johnson: "The Almighty has not made a harder rock to lay your head on than the female breast."
Good poem. Feel the love.
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dannen
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« Reply #5 on: August 02, 2010, 06:35:27 PM » |
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Thanks to all. I guess it shows,
I'm in a good place right now.
Everybody cross your fingers and knock on wood that it stays that way.
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« Reply #6 on: August 05, 2010, 10:58:39 PM » |
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yeh- & then the brains collide- de
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« Reply #7 on: August 06, 2010, 12:37:21 AM » |
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Those are golden moments, brief and bright, but the heart is a foreign country whose language none of us speak.
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« Reply #8 on: August 06, 2010, 02:48:59 AM » |
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hearts can follow body language and we understand. It's the brains that speak babel and cross paths without seeing.
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« Reply #9 on: August 06, 2010, 05:53:08 AM » |
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The line, Where one nooks, the other crannies sets up an interesting conundrum.
Both words are instantly recognizable to anyone who watched TV in the English muffin age and though it's obvious the narrator of this poem intends to juxtapose opposites, the words nook and cranny mean essentially the same thing (they were used in the advertisement to suggest the crevices in the moon-like surface of the muffin that held the butter and/or jam in place).
So what to do? To me, it is the most visually powerful line in the poem, even though it makes no sense when you think about it. So, do we execute it with sword of logic or allow a wide berth for senses less concerned with such detail. I'm just sayin...
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We should not mind if on our ear there fell
Some less of cunning, more of oracle... Thoreau
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dannen
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« Reply #10 on: August 06, 2010, 02:14:11 PM » |
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yes I was going for opposites, but when you think about it, like puzzle pieces, the innies need to create outies to be, and the outies inevitably have innies ... so your nook could somehow fit my crannie ... or we could allow a wide berth for senses less concerned with such detail.
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« Reply #11 on: August 06, 2010, 08:29:50 PM » |
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Great words that come alive and do a great job of describing the situation. I love the sound of it too.
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Paint pictures with words.
The establishment is a shortcut around thought and responsibility.
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