I, Prodigal
Fevered flesh, splattered
seed; grief chilled harvest. Hold me?
Divine Possession!
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- Aunty Belle
- Aunty Belle is taken from Antebellum, a time of civility and respect fer the foundations of Western Civilization. Y'all can find me rockin' on the porches most days. Be neighborly and come sit a spell. Bring yore dawgs. Mah iced tea is the best, evah.(About yore third visit mah Cracker-speak will become intelligible. I'se sorry iffin' new folks find it odd) We's lighthearted on the Front porch http://abporkrinds.blogspot.com/ so iffin' ya want some high octane debate, jes c'mon around to the Back Porch.http://auntybelles.blogspot.com/
3 comments:
Aunty:
I can 't thank you enough for this poem. I found it absolutely beautiful.
Thank You & Congratulations!
Rafa
why Rafa D, youse most welcome-- real pleased ya liked this entry. it's the homecomin' we all seek at some point, I reckon.
Thank ya fer hostin' an' judgin'--think the theme wuz very rich.
Dawgawn, I nearly missed this! Aint B, you've outdone yourownself! And purt near ever'body else, as well. Words fail me!
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