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Beautiful write... I think you poem is dragging me out doors this morning. I am sitting here and just noticed it is no longer morning.

Just too damned additive. Somber morning solstice simply came and went

BWP...

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Thursday, January 19, 2012 (14:33:55)

Woo-wee - Hello James, it's still morning here and our electric is going in and out... or should I say on and off, so I figured I'd better check in before I'm SOL - LOL! I was able to go out and feed the birds ... but wow, there's a thick layer of icy ice literally everywhere.

Oh thank you so much, James. Poetry is quite addictive for me too - I sure missed gp yesterday! Anyway, if I disappear I will be back as soon as possible, no worries.

Cheers and hugs my good friend - Your bud, Mary Ann


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Beautiful write I love this and it would seem for me winter is just beginning to pass at last sunlight

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Thursday, January 19, 2012 (17:45:28)

Woo, I'm singing "I'd rather be in Amarillo...," hopefully it's better there than here. We're sort of up to our yahoos in ice and snow the past few days.

Thank you so much, my friend - I'm really glad you enjoyed the poem. Best wishes, Mary Ann


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awesome love it
happy to read this
jess

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Thursday, January 19, 2012 (17:51:27)

Oh, thank you so much, Jess. Sorry I've been a bit of a slacker lately, it must be all the snow and ice we're totally not used to having, LOL!
So good to hear from you - Cheers, Mary Ann


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aaawww so sweet mary ann - " walking in a winter wonderland " - paul and frosty the ice hound.

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Thursday, January 19, 2012 (21:45:56)

I love the idea of fairies in the forest, don't you? I'm sure there were fairies in your beautiful isles long before they immigrated to ours, eh?
Thank you Paul and your frosty footed ballet hound.
Hugs and wear your woolies, Mary Ann


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Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by omegapaf on Friday, January 20, 2012 (10:58:05)

there probably were fairies in english forests mary ann. but we probably ate them, like we did with all our other wildlife....i think we ate the forests too ha ha.


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Brilliant maryanns! ur a poet ive always wanted to see through her eyes..but no need, ur complexity of words in building poems is enough..thank you for being wonderful. peace

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Friday, January 20, 2012 (13:25:38)

Ah Kinda I wrote this on Christmas Day thinking there must be more, like one more stanza coming later... Peace, my friend - Mary Ann

ps: How is your alphabet coming along?


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I love going back to my childhood, where innocents played
though the trip gets longer and longer, with each passing day.
Have a grand tomorrow…Jack

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Friday, January 20, 2012 (13:31:51)

Oh Jack, I may be slip-sliding backwards into mine...
I'd rather write of fairies than real life lately.
Thank you smiles and hugs, Mary Ann


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oh wow! what a beautiful amazing poem! loved every line of it!

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Friday, January 20, 2012 (13:36:27)

Where oh where is all the water gonna go when it melts, I ask myself?
Thank you, Bonnie - it sure seems like fairyland around here.
Smiles and hugs, your bud Mary Ann


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poor little fairy....surely you could spare a boombox or even an ipod with ear phones......i'll bring my guitar but not until spring great write

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Friday, January 20, 2012 (13:50:19)

Tee-hee... poor little fairy will have to wait till spring for strings!
It's always so much fun to enjoy your comments, Ron...
Happy January, Mary Ann


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What a beautiful fantasy, truly magical, a poignant and lilting poem that fires the imagination. Ten and a heart.

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Friday, January 20, 2012 (20:24:57)

Thank you for your generous comments, I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Wishing you smiles and happiness, Mary Ann


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Lovely and sweet. Thank you for sharing

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Friday, January 20, 2012 (20:28:16)

Ah Helen-Lee, thank you so for reading my fairy tales, like little lanterns on dreary days. Very best wishes, Mary Ann


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I still love fairy tales! Nice rhythm which makes the music sound throughout your forest---magic moment in verse. Lovely as can be. Arsaces

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Saturday, January 21, 2012 (14:44:21)

When all else fails, thank goodness for fairy tales!! They sure lighten my spirits up and I'm tickled pink you enjoyed it too.

Well, we're finally able to get out of our driveway safely again, the snow is starting to melt so off we go to see what's up! Ha-ha, living on the hillside we're probably the last to know... LOL!

Thanks so much, my friend - smiley Mary Ann


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Beautiful poem,
Mary. I enjoyed the
fantasy-rhythm of words.
Very magical. It's also a great
message of joy and being togetger.

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Saturday, January 21, 2012 (14:52:17)

Hey Daniel!!
Hi and great big
smiles back at you...
I'm so happy you smiled
when you read my fairy tale!



Your story buddy, Mary Ann


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There is much to admire in this poem, but despite the apparent symetry of line length, there is an uneven feel to the flow.
I have tried to adjust here and there, to give a more constant and consistent structure. as follows..

In a clearing by a cottage in a forest by a stream
beneath a lonely willow tree a fairy had a dream
that once upon a time a nymph, whose orchestra could bring
such music to the clearing so that all her friends could sing
those sweet and peaceful melodies, now carried on the wind
to sail throughout the winter and then on into the spring.

She wrote a dozen letters, invitations filled the air
they rose like dainty snowflakes up into the atmosphere
she sang her fond farewell to them and let them drift aloft
whereon, she sadly shed a tear and watched them disappear
the snow began to sprinkle little sparkles in her hair
throughout all of the forest and then far away from here.

The somber winter solstice came as simply as it went
to the silence of the clearing where no orchestra was sent
upon a disenchanted note she sadly sent her prayer
for the cottage in the clearing felt so cold and oh so bare...
would children from the cities ever come and visit here
throughout all of the year, were we to make musical chairs?


I still feel the last line needs some more thought and perhaps a complete re-thought, but overall there is a joyous and engaging feel to this poem
Danny

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Saturday, January 21, 2012 (20:52:28)

Hey Danny - You're right about the unevenness. To me, your efforts are a sincere compliment to the poem; I love that you found it worthwhile to work on! When in doubt I usually hold them back, but lately my rhythm has been so off I simply gave up and let it go.

I love what you did with it and I don't think you changed the meaning of it at all... let me think about it a bit and then I'll see to revising it in the near future.

Again, thank you so much for your help; great job - truly appreciated!

Smiles and cheers, Mary Ann


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Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by Danny-R on Sunday, January 22, 2012 (06:01:11)

No probs, Mary Ann. I'm just glad you didn't think I'd overstepped the mark. (I have a habit of rushing in where...ever ;¬)
Danny


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The best musical chairs I ever played was done naked while listening to Bob Marley...haha. A beautiful poem Mary Ann.
Peace & Laughter...Harry

Re: Musical Chairs (Score: 1 ) by maryanns on Sunday, January 22, 2012 (00:41:38)

Tee-hee, a total eclipse of my church cake walk story...
Thanks with reggae on in the background. Cheers, Mary Ann


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