Drawn by the Fragrance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A flurry of motion descended on the ripe flower new, open, uncovered nectar fragrant bloom blazing yellow Plate of color, ...
A flurry of motion descended on the ripe flower new, open, uncovered nectar fragrant bloom blazing yellow Plate of color, ...
The mornings burst into my room sharing the sunrise the waking of the world the cacophony of day shining into ...
A white paper plate, a hole roughly cut out of the middle, with a few haphazardly placed pom poms, in ...
Ladies, I just don't get it a plate of bows, at the showers tacked down and presented a proxy for ...
They called me rollman the herb and garlic sauce, just too good to leave on the plate that night in ...
Board meeting over Stars and clouds call. Alone on the lake, Time to unwind. 11 o'clock under A moonlit sky. ...
I smile When I think of You in my life Loving me, Testing me, With your edge. I laugh When ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
With an old newspaper for a plate and water from the hose for dressing Four junior chefs, three to ten, ...
A plate of small hot beignets coated in a snow squall of light powdered sugar a dense cup of oh ...
The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; 'T was half-past twelve, and (what ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv ...
When thou dost eat from off this plate, I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou ...
My Heart upon a little Plate Her Palate to delight A Berry or a Bun, would be, Might it an ...
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is ...
Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
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