The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/9/09

[BlueIris]

"Divorce Song of the British Columbia Native Tribe"

I thought you were good.
I thought you were like silver;
You are lead.

You see me high up on the mountain.
I walk through the sun;
I am sunlight myself.

~Anonymous (Translated by Carl Cary)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

Ah, it's good to be back, and reading your poetry threads again!

This is so beautiful, and right to the point...

So evocative, and wonderful...

Thank you!

:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. C-PEG! I am so happy to see you!

Um...where were you again? Not sick, I hope.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. Nope, not sick!

I was in Europe, and there will be a pic thread later today!

:woohoo:

[BlueIris]

3. Kick. nt