I don't wanna grin
quit cooing in my face
lay me down, walk away
I'll stretch, nap awhile
it's too hot to bear your heat
voices loud, colors strong
milk's too warm, dog sheds hair
lay me down, walk away
I need some space, a little air
Fractal created in Fractal Explorer, edited in Irfanview.
Skittles at Heads or Tails offers the prompt: HEADS - "Loud"
Make any kind of post using "Loud" as your prompt. You can either use the word itself or post about something that IS loud. Come play along...
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Ahhhh...this is so sweet! I love your painting too. What talent you have Sue, thanks for sharing with all of us.
HUGS, G
I just walked into my PC room to check my email and I saw you'd signed in. I look forward to your posts every week.
The poem is so cute. I bet a lot of babies would say that if they could talk.
Shoot.. I think some adults would, too. :)
i l-o-v-e it!!! how adorable... don't you just wonder what they are thinking of how we act around them sometimes??????
I felt like I had crawled into the mind of a baby!
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Fabulous, I can truly believe babies must think this all the time.
Interesting perspective! I bet this is exactly how we think as wee ones :)
Thank you for the complement on my blog background. I made it using Tierazon a free fractal program.
you speak like i feel sometimes! lovely way to get your point across ;)
Having aided in the weening of 7 babies, spot on! :-)
I just love your poetry and images.
Wow.. thanks for this lovely poem on what a baby may be thinking..
That is a great poem --- I wonder how many times a baby has felt that way --- Well done.
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