October 8, 2013 by ebbtide attraction Poetry attraction, awkwardness, clumsiness, fear, fireflies, life, light, longing, nonsense, poem, Poetry, silliness 19 Comments I am a bewilderment of limbs – a profusion of uncomfortable truths – and as a result, am ungainly beside you all twisted fingers and benumbed tongue but lit up inside by fireflies © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Love this poem, Sarah! Such a great ending too
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Love, love, love 🙂
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I like this a lot!
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thanks, John!
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Superb!!
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🙂 aw, shucks!
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*Big Smile*
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt!!! 🙂
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and isn’t it glorious? 🙂
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How very beautiful
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Beautiful and loved the ending, too, Sarah!
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Brought a smile to my face also.
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A gorgeous final image!
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Hi Sarah, 🙂 I love this one too
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thanks, Laz! 🙂
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Wonderful.
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we all know this feeling….wonderfully expressed ! x
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I love that my mushiness is universal 🙂
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‘but lit up inside
by fireflies’
Lovely lovely lovely!
Anna :o]
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A nice one.
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