tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018402196949735412.post3800719343933680418..comments2023-10-23T12:18:13.201-07:00Comments on Sicilian Sisters Grow Some Food: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry ReadingStefaneenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08422241601075022500noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018402196949735412.post-14940061715310192482006-02-05T01:12:00.000-08:002006-02-05T01:12:00.000-08:00I have always loved rainsticks. I remember I made ...I have always loved rainsticks. I remember I made one in fifth grade art class out of cardboard, paper-mache, and rice. It was lovely and I annoyed my whole family with its shush-shush-slide sounds. <br><br>Lovely poem. I especially like the last line: '...through the ear of a raindrop." *little chuckle* Raindrop ears.<br><br>I write poetry myself, but I don't think I could ever share it or have it published. It's too personal, not in a "horrible little secret" way, but it's a part of me on a page. Who knows, maybe one day I'll post one of my poems on my blog. Wait and see...String Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027465748517161776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018402196949735412.post-15524845594703228582006-02-03T10:17:00.000-08:002006-02-03T10:17:00.000-08:00Great stuff, from a guy named Seamus. :-)I grow t...Great stuff, from a guy named Seamus. :-)<br><br>I grow to like poetry, little by little. I used to hate it. Having a poetic daughter probably helps.sewingsuzeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08956210633986974375noreply@blogger.com