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[aid] => mick
[title] => Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
[time] => 2004-05-26 12:14:02
[hometext] => An unusual one, to be sure . . . constructive criticism is always appreciated. To be honest, I doubt anyone is going to see or understand it in the way I had in my mind . . . but then, poetry's always open to the reader's interpretation. :)
[bodytext] => "what do you believe?" they wondered aloud.
she said,
"I believe in burnt blueberry muffins
on auric Sunday mornings."
"what do you believe?" they asked.
she replied,
"I believe in hot liquid wax
dripping from off-white candles."
"what do you believe?" they continued.
she responded,
"I believe in awkward paint scents
perfuming stiffly new cars."
"what do you believe?" they repeated.
she murmured,
"I believe in dry, cracked pinecones
littering the lawn."
"what do you believe?" they asked.
she answered,
"I believe in bursts of laughter
impossible to keep soft."
"what do you believe?" they persisted.
she muttered,
"I believe in joy and light.
I believe in pain and darkness."
"what do you believe?" they cried.
"I believe in everything there is.
and, in spite of and because of such,
I believe in nothing at all."
[comments] => 9
[counter] => 254
[topic] => 64
[informant] => ShadowDaughter
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 10
[ratings] => 2
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => ambiguous
)
Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
Contributed by
ShadowDaughter
on
Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 12:14:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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"what do you believe?" they wondered aloud.
she said,
"I believe in burnt blueberry muffins
on auric Sunday mornings."
"what do you believe?" they asked.
she replied,
"I believe in hot liquid wax
dripping from off-white candles."
"what do you believe?" they continued.
she responded,
"I believe in awkward paint scents
perfuming stiffly new cars."
"what do you believe?" they repeated.
she murmured,
"I believe in dry, cracked pinecones
littering the lawn."
"what do you believe?" they asked.
she answered,
"I believe in bursts of laughter
impossible to keep soft."
"what do you believe?" they persisted.
she muttered,
"I believe in joy and light.
I believe in pain and darkness."
"what do you believe?" they cried.
"I believe in everything there is.
and, in spite of and because of such,
I believe in nothing at all."
Copyright ©
ShadowDaughter
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2004-05-26 12:14:02]
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by lostinmyself on
Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 12:40:28 PM AEST
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true, it is unusual..i havent seen you write anything quite like this before nora. i love the last 3 lines..i think i understand, well at least i can understand it in my own way.
i dont have anything about it to critisize as i cannot for the life of me write this way, so i cannot therefor (sp) offer advice on it.
good write. *hugs* phil xxx |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by Black13 on
Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 12:59:27 PM AEST
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Wow....
I don't know how you meant it but... wow....
This was a very good one and I liked every line.
Nice job Nora. |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by brigitte7735 on
Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 02:44:43 PM AEST
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I cant tell you what it meant, but i can tell you what it meant to me...what it reminded me of...
I believe and find the beauty in all the day to day things in all there imperfection, , I believe that when someone aka my parents or my ex husband try to get a response from me, i can only respond with things that would never make any sense to them, because life is so full of different perspectives and im trying to force them to think outside the box, they will never get me to admit a predictable answer.
I believe that i try to believe and understan things so much, to such a point that i can comprehend everyone's side to something...that in the end i dont have any opinions of my own.
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 05:35:48 PM AEST
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I got the point. The end was really good, and summed up the array of images nicely.
Interesting and enlightening poem.
Thanks for writing, Nora. |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by lovingcritters on
Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 01:44:42 AM AEST
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Very unusual indeed, and yet very creative, and I liked the way you set this poem up? Made the reader apart of the questions.
I really enjoyed this one.......do it again
Consue |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 08:51:03 AM AEST
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| I love this.. awesome job! |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by blueheart on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 11:34:41 PM AEST
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| Very very intresting read. Makes one think. I beleiev you were trying to convey the message that inspite of all the things that went wrong and awkward moments, the day was still perfect. Well at least thats what I got from the poem. Intriguing write. |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by xSlashXPrettyXSkinx on
Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 06:34:10 PM AEST
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Nora
What I got out of this poem was perhaps a little different from everyone else and maybe a little different then what you were meaning with it. I think what you meant out of it all was that some of the best things to believe in are the things no one else believe in. The imperfections of everyday life are what make LIFE worthwhile. Each day is for something new, something exciting, something different.
This was an excellent poem Nora, one of the best I've read by you or anyone else on the site. I lvoed every line of it. Perfection Nora. Beautiful!
Lindsey |
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Re: Burnt Blueberry Muffin Mornings
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by Kie on
Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 07:50:50 PM AEST
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After reading this twice and on the second time savoring each and every line--so many random thoughts plague my mind.
Because I am not in your mind nor in your state of mind when you wrote this I can only assume the meaning of this poem. To me it said, "I believe in the realms of reality seen thru my eyes and these eyes have seen everything which leads me to believe I believe in absolutely nothing" Sort of like a complex puzzle that makes sense in a unique sort of way.
I would have to say this is not only interesting to read but really one of a kind in the way it was written it stands out.
Quite impressed I am. :)
Oh and please forgive and sundry my forgetful memory regarding our handshake. As you know i'm old and I slipped up just this once I PROMISE to never let it happen again. Don't forget to send me a reminder when you write you pinkie promised. Okay no you didn't but in my mind ya did...
Wonderful poem Nora.
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