Originally posted by coquette oh, someone is going to be very privileged!
Well, Emily Dickinson anticipated the embedded nuance of this online public forum thread within the privacy of her home In Amherst,
Massachusetts, more than one hundred years ago when she quietly wrote the following minimal word content five line poem:
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Originally posted by coquette ok, well, here goes - BUT YOU OWE ME THOSE TWO COOKIES! - i dreamt that I moved black first with 1. . . ... . N-g4 (which is obviously not possible on so many levels, so you can see why it's too embarrassing to tell . .. . except for the two cookies . .. .so i'll just have to live with it)
Okay, so in your dream black moves first with N-g4. That's not so bad, because with dreams it's not uncommon for something to happen before it can happen. So the really important question here is... what were you wearing?
Originally posted by lemon lime Okay, so in your dream black moves first with N-g4. That's not so bad, because with dreams it's not uncommon for something to happen before it can happen. So the really important question here is... what were you wearing?
in my dream or like um. . .well. . .not in my dream?
Originally posted by lemon lime Well, uh... it's definitely a conundrum for me, because I didn't realize I had actually asked you that question. I thought it was only a dream.
went camping last week to find some piece of mind. had a dream. the air smelled like rain and burning fires. and i woke to find that it.s a long way from solitude to piece of mind.
send cookies.
Originally posted by smw6869 went camping last week to find some piece of mind. had a dream. the air smelled like rain and burning fires. and i woke to find that it.s a long way from solitude to piece of mind.
send cookies.
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
That can't possibly be Dickinson - it doesn't scan to "The Yellow Rose of Texas".
Originally posted by Shallow Blue You know us too well, mrs. coquette.
Originally posted by Shallow Blue "You know us too well, mrs. coquette."
SB, there's no mother's son on this online public forum who has even a glimpse of this lady who is as private here as Emily Dickinson was at her home in Amherst, Massachusetts; if not more so. No one. Please refrain from patronizing coquette with glib compliments as a matter of courtesy. Thanks.
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby Originally posted by Shallow Blue "You know us too well, mrs. coquette."
SB, there's no mother's son on this online public forum who has even a glimpse of this lady who is as private here as Emily Dickinson was at her home in Amherst, Massachusetts; if not more so. No one. Please refrain from patronizing coquette with glib compliments as a matter of courtesy. Thanks.
my character is robust dear friend. others may cast their words about with no concern of harm nor offense meant nor taken
for me I'll dream on and share freely, as those might like, in their dreams
Originally posted by coquette my character is robust dear friend. others may cast their words about with no concern of harm nor offense meant nor taken
for me I'll dream on and share freely, as those might like, in their dreams
cq, of course, because of your sustained virtues of patience and good will and forgiveness since the sunny banks of the River Limpopo long ago.......
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby cq, of course, because of your sustained virtues of patience and good will and forgiveness since the sunny banks of the River Limpopo long ago.......
oh, those were the days . .. . newer members of the last five years might enjoy visiting those dreamy lines from the distant past