peach: about the ressucitation bit, can we have some tongue involved?
waspgoddess: thank you.
enidd: damn, I must’ve taken the wrong bit of paper to the bridge with me. but see, it’s precisely this kind of mockery of my love for you that made me jump in the first place.
If you are going to do that, at least stuff it in a bottle so that there’s the hope that it will wash ashore somewhere and be found by someone curious enough to look. Someone who might be feeling that there is no passion or mystery in the world. Think of how it would feel, in that frame of mind, to find a love letter…
Wonderful poem.
Wonderful.
sorry, sir ed. enidd did start out trying to write something moving and heartfelt, but before she knew it she’d just made a cheap jibe. she’s such a shallow person, sigh.
lj – love the blogs as bottles thing.
Yes but I haven’t written a novel yet, I’m still writing one and may not ever get it finished/published/etc, and you HAVE most DEFINITELY written an ace poem. So ner ner ner ner ner.
I think I won that one with my reasoned intellectual argument, don’t you?
I’ve felt like this a bit recently – figuratively speaking of course. As long as there’s chocolate to pull me through though there’ll be no ‘bungee-less jumps’…unless of course there’s a parachute, and then there’s no stopping me!
for those who have been phoning humberside police asking for the names of the latest bungeeless jumpers, wonder no more. I’ve been away since last sunday (working), hence my sudden disappearance. thanks all for your concern.
zinnia: xoxoxo
amy: as long as the kids love it…
peach: fully revived, though a little stiff.
kate: ah chocolate… cake, coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs… where would we be without them?
lj: hello!
cream: you’re doing a bungeeless jump? have you lost your mind?
I bounced back up!
Life a succession of bungeeless jumps.
One invariably lands on something soft but every now and then one cannot help getting splattered!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah but you told me “life jackets at all times!” – I’m pulling you out…. you’re coming round. Surprisingly not heavy…
You’re on the bank now
beautiful marcos
downstream,
enidd, curious
(who? why?)
over river
reaches,
opens,
starts to read:
“teabags, sugar, milk”
shopping at tesco can be such a demoralising experience, can’t it?
peach: about the ressucitation bit, can we have some tongue involved?
waspgoddess: thank you.
enidd: damn, I must’ve taken the wrong bit of paper to the bridge with me. but see, it’s precisely this kind of mockery of my love for you that made me jump in the first place.
Oh? Who to?
They’ll never get it now will they?
You’ll have to rewrite it Ed!
sally: too late….
If you are going to do that, at least stuff it in a bottle so that there’s the hope that it will wash ashore somewhere and be found by someone curious enough to look. Someone who might be feeling that there is no passion or mystery in the world. Think of how it would feel, in that frame of mind, to find a love letter…
Wonderful poem.
Wonderful.
Come to think of it…
blogs are a bottle…
sorry, sir ed. enidd did start out trying to write something moving and heartfelt, but before she knew it she’d just made a cheap jibe. she’s such a shallow person, sigh.
lj – love the blogs as bottles thing.
Edvard, we need to chat. First this threatening to quit blogging thing. Then THIS leaping from a bridge thing??
Are you just craving a cigarette badly??
There, there now.
I don’t know why, but all I can think of is a scene from Braveheart.
Weird that.
sad, simple , lovely
lj: imagine, all those millions of blogs bobbing around the world’s oceans and rivers…
enidd: …it’s also what makes me love you.
cubana gringa: you got a cigarette? better still, you got a cigar?
timbo: does it happen in the movie? I haven’t seen that one…
isabelle: hello and thank you.
I like that. I’m always impressed by people who can write poetry because it’s so hard. I think you’re clever.
Must be something in the North East air…
Drove down to the levee but the levee was dry.
“Sighs”
Mr.X hopes that this rather touching post is in no way autobiographical.
…And how dare you produce two such wonderful posts in under a week? It’s showing the rest of us up, you swine
zinnia: I’m always impressed by people who can write novels. I think you’re cleverer.
cream: you feel it too?
mr. x: it is indeed. I wrote it from beyond my watery grave…
*blush*
not in front of the bloggers !
Deliciously sad.
I agree with Mr X though, the rest of us look like awful slack hacks compared to you of late.
Bungeeless jump so… splat?
peach: ‘dear blog, I saw peach playing tonsil tennis with edvard on the riverbank today, under the pretence that she was trying to revive him…’
angelalala: you and mr. x are both incomparable.
ariel: bungeeless jump so… splash!
Yes but I haven’t written a novel yet, I’m still writing one and may not ever get it finished/published/etc, and you HAVE most DEFINITELY written an ace poem. So ner ner ner ner ner.
I think I won that one with my reasoned intellectual argument, don’t you?
zinnia: you’re right, you win. told you you were cleverer! but then I win. call it a draw?
Egad, you are good. Very.
Oh Sir E, don’t jump. Put the letter in your pocket.
maryam: hello and thank you, you gorgeous creature.
herhimnbryn: it’s ok, it’s just my shopping list.
Deal
x
Why is it that whenever I try and write poetry I HAVE to make it rhyme?
Oh well, it may be shite in the poetic circles (like what you have) but my kids love it
Good on you mate!
A
WOW, can we stop kissing now I need to come up for air… but are you revived ? Fully?
I’ve felt like this a bit recently – figuratively speaking of course. As long as there’s chocolate to pull me through though there’ll be no ‘bungee-less jumps’…unless of course there’s a parachute, and then there’s no stopping me!
Ahem. Edvard? Eddddvaaard.
Mail on the doorstoop. Curtains pulled. No lights.
EDVARD!
Okay. Come back. Try later.
So, did the bungeeless jump work or not?
I WANT to know because I am doing one next week!
Just raise an eyebrow if it did!
for those who have been phoning humberside police asking for the names of the latest bungeeless jumpers, wonder no more. I’ve been away since last sunday (working), hence my sudden disappearance. thanks all for your concern.
zinnia: xoxoxo
amy: as long as the kids love it…
peach: fully revived, though a little stiff.
kate: ah chocolate… cake, coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs… where would we be without them?
lj: hello!
cream: you’re doing a bungeeless jump? have you lost your mind?
Come baaaaaaaack!
I bounced back up!
Life a succession of bungeeless jumps.
One invariably lands on something soft but every now and then one cannot help getting splattered!
Blimey! You have dissolved for good then. Maybe you are now available on tap from any good kitchen nationwide?
(BLUSH) (AGAIN) (GRIN)