tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post884622454581083343..comments2023-08-07T06:47:28.676-06:00Comments on Poetry with me ...: excavating the old weed writer's island #32-QuestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-18108990326194821782010-12-06T15:16:11.995-06:002010-12-06T15:16:11.995-06:00Yes, Amanda weeds must go, I am trying rid myself ...Yes, Amanda weeds must go, I am trying rid myself of them.<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-80974314428420834792010-12-06T14:58:40.116-06:002010-12-06T14:58:40.116-06:00Ah weeds... their names speaks for themselves ever...Ah weeds... their names speaks for themselves every life had need of ridding of them! Very creative I have to say!Amanda Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11631827449933791507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-81566569275098254132010-12-06T14:43:32.800-06:002010-12-06T14:43:32.800-06:00Yup, Tilly, I am just saying. If ya know what I me...Yup, Tilly, I am just saying. If ya know what I mean ;) I get along well with most people, but seems when I have a problem, it is inevitably a woman. Quien sabe por que? (I don't know why)<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-66605401827205712842010-12-06T14:00:04.785-06:002010-12-06T14:00:04.785-06:00Interesting on two counts.Interesting on two counts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-24728182510044693702010-12-05T11:42:56.813-06:002010-12-05T11:42:56.813-06:00Tilly,
Yes, flowers are feminine in gender in the ...Tilly,<br />Yes, flowers are feminine in gender in the Spanish language, e.g. rosa, jacinta, poinsettia etc ... i.e. latin. In life I have found that some women can be the most vicious and vindictive.<br />Men will never do or say the things a wicked woman will. Then when you meet a woman who is paranoid and delusional on top of all that ... well watch out.<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-46226920411803160102010-12-05T06:49:17.641-06:002010-12-05T06:49:17.641-06:00I found it interesting that your pesky plant was f...I found it interesting that your pesky plant was female; was that a deliberate choice?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-43595713278951744122010-12-04T20:25:27.950-06:002010-12-04T20:25:27.950-06:00Elizabeth I suppose we could all relate to that in...Elizabeth I suppose we could all relate to that in one way or another. I looked up to mom, she was a beautiful and very strong woman. I can only<br />hope to be as good as she was.<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-34837117710547081842010-12-04T20:03:11.343-06:002010-12-04T20:03:11.343-06:00Your poem reminds me of something that I wrote not...Your poem reminds me of something that I wrote not too long ago, about myself as a weed in my Mother's small garden. I had forgotten about that. Thanks for reminding me. I like the poem, especially the image in those opening lines.<br /><br />Thank you Pamela,<br /><br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://intuitivepaths.wordpress.com/2010/12/04/703/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-12527136032327603232010-12-04T20:00:20.502-06:002010-12-04T20:00:20.502-06:00Already done Mary, my garden is quite clean now:)
...Already done Mary, my garden is quite clean now:)<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-67202340273248570402010-12-04T19:45:47.458-06:002010-12-04T19:45:47.458-06:00Pamela, indeed I picture you as being clever. You ...Pamela, indeed I picture you as being clever. You will find a way to get rid of any pesky weeds that find their way into your life!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-48915840262715377962010-12-04T19:29:18.361-06:002010-12-04T19:29:18.361-06:00Diane,
I am hardly talking about myself, I assure ...Diane,<br />I am hardly talking about myself, I assure you of that. Brave I am not so sure, but just as clever as any adversary.<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-57646918499006502882010-12-04T19:27:05.353-06:002010-12-04T19:27:05.353-06:00Elizabeth thanks and thanks for the visit.
PamelaElizabeth thanks and thanks for the visit.<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-46148174353503289772010-12-04T19:13:33.713-06:002010-12-04T19:13:33.713-06:00I cannot imagine you getting rid of yourself... Bu...I cannot imagine you getting rid of yourself... But I can certainly picture that roaring lion. You are a brave woman, Pamela!Diane Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15886778060199433214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-16424638131261341942010-12-04T18:02:30.644-06:002010-12-04T18:02:30.644-06:00Intriguing take on this week's prompt. Great i...Intriguing take on this week's prompt. Great imagery.Elizabeth Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00681448814813694801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-37379822732206045592010-12-04T15:48:58.974-06:002010-12-04T15:48:58.974-06:00Viv, Thanks. They certainly do turn up when least ...Viv, Thanks. They certainly do turn up when least expected. Pesky weeds :)<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-27252307236159968482010-12-04T15:42:55.152-06:002010-12-04T15:42:55.152-06:00Wonderful metaphor and poem. In real life, my gar...Wonderful metaphor and poem. In real life, my garden is full of those triffid things that threaten to engulf me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com