What Say You

Interesting. When combined with the photo it works brilliantly.

hmmm... so say they something or say they nothing??? Decisions decisions! Well done Leanne!

LOVE this poem, LJ! I feel the karma flow of this poem, seeing hows I be a wordy-nerdy silent-type guy. What say me? Meesa like this ink splash, Meesa love it a lot. Supernova bright write. Love and peace always.

We sometimes we are shocked by what we find on the other side of the mirror. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best I guess. Well done, Leanne...Charlie :)

Hello Leanne Lovejoy-Burton, the person can not make up its mind to say anything at all. Like this poem. Hello Leanne nice ro meet you. Have a nice day my friend.

An Excellent free verse, dear friend.. Uniquely written.. Really enjoyed your creativity.. This is a rare gem, shining brightly.. Blessings Dear friend!!

“The boys were amazed that I could make such a poem as that out of my own head, and so was I, of course, it being as much a surprise to me as it could be to anybody, for I did not know that it was in me. If any had asked me a single day before if it was in me, I should have told them frankly no, it was not. That is the way with us; we may go on half of our life not knowing such a thing is in us, when in reality it was there all the time, and all we needed was something to turn up that would call for it.” Mark Twain, Joan of Arc

“I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it….By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you….Because I’m telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.” Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

“Your eyes make me pick up my pen and write.” Avijeet Das

“For this will cure him that is sick, and rouse him that is in dumps; one that has loved, it will remember of it; one that has not, it will instruct. For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see. But help me that God to write the passions of others; and while I write, keep me in my own right wits.” Longus (Longos), Daphnis and Chloe : The Love Romances of Parthenius and other fragments

“Hey, Cooper, it's Lia from the geriatric-poker dating service.” Lisa Kessler, Light of the Spirit

“I love you, Lucien, but I am a muse, you are an artist, I am not here to make you comfortable.” Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d'Art

“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.” Roman Payne