I am full body and thick bones. If I travel to you through ether, then it is not me weaving a shirt for you from pine needles. It is not me feeding you stone soup and snow bread that will only break butter.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
I am a little puzzled by this one..help me understand Sus?
Aw–just read it and enjoy the pictures–you don’t have to “get” it 😉
That I did already :-)..thought there was something deeper I was missing.
Poetry (at least mine) is not a coded puzzle. A “small stone” which is what this is, is a thought that is complete. I might build it into another work. I might leave it right where it is and decide it is just what it is–a pebble–not to be part of graveling a path or building a wall–it might just sit there, winking at me for a while.
Okay, I will have mercy on you and explain this one a little–you caught me in the middle of writing and I ended up “speaking to you in poetry,” as I call it. So, my answer told you nothing. This came from a dream. If I am sleeping, and doing impossible things, is it me doing them, or am I still asleep, innocent of everything absurd my mind might cook up?
I like the imagery and the incongruous elements. Very dreamy.
Thank you. This was from a dream 😉
Yep!!! I don’t know how to translate my comment lol
That’s okay 😉
Apparently, in this middle of this dream, I imagine it was–my daughter just told me she woke me up (or tried to this morning) by telling me she had a sore throat. She told me I looked right at her and told her, “why don’t you grow a cough drop tree?” Oh, good Lord…
Hahaha… You gotta make something out of that lol
LOL, I agree, but WHAT?!? Hahaha
For some reason it makes me think of weightloss.
Oh, that’s interesting…
Well a stone I believe 14 lbs in Europe. Stone soup of course is a story but it can also be soup made of water and stone and so is bread made of snow. But you said only could break butter… which would only melt of weight.
No–I liked your thought, very much. I can see how this could mean that.
‘It is not me feeding you stone soup and snow bread that will only break butter.’ That is just awesome, Susan. I love it.
Polly, thank you!
beautiful imagery, Susan.
Thanks, Miriam. Told you I went ethereal today too, though yours was… Well, AWESOME.
this happens often, doesn’t it? that we write about the same stuff on the same day? really strange – i love it! (and awww, thank you)
I do love it. Our muses must talk on the phone, or something…
hahaha definitely
🙂
Maybe I’m weird but I did find a message that’s concrete which embodies a composite of air, water, fire and earth~ I loved the stone soup thrown in the ethereal spirit of your stanza!
Thanks, Deb. Awesome you could find that in this 😉
Lovely fairy tale stuff here ==k.
Thanks, K.
I am sorry to be so tired as barely coherent! I am really beat! k.
I believe it. Get some rest.
Stone soup. Some strong imagery in this, Susan
Thanks, C. Mind you don’t break your teeth 😉
Laughing so hard
🙂
Gorgeous imagery!
THannks, Mama!