tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post2962869576401661077..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Beneath Green BoughsSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-21975224266163676112012-04-29T19:20:36.991-05:002012-04-29T19:20:36.991-05:00oh this is a bit painful...love the setting of the...oh this is a bit painful...love the setting of the love beneath the boughs of the tree but the loss of it there in the end is so hard....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-89569742456287896292012-04-29T08:59:31.112-05:002012-04-29T08:59:31.112-05:00Really like this Susie, image and poetry both. Bea...Really like this Susie, image and poetry both. Beautiful. (Hmmm...am sure this was in No way influenced by the photo recently shared on my page, lol!!) Intimate and very well done Susie. Nice capture.Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-73463154913789575752012-04-29T08:55:36.880-05:002012-04-29T08:55:36.880-05:00This is lovely! I love the way it moves.This is lovely! I love the way it moves.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-2929474689747290482012-04-29T07:45:07.631-05:002012-04-29T07:45:07.631-05:00What a sad ending! Having a heart broken when a lo...What a sad ending! Having a heart broken when a love dies is a painful tragedy! I loved how you weaved this story though. The line, "My body hummed to the song your hand played upon my flesh" was my favorite. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-45051351225829025142012-04-29T01:29:28.223-05:002012-04-29T01:29:28.223-05:00Bittersweet romance!!!
There are so many stanzas ...Bittersweet romance!!! <br />There are so many stanzas I like ... among them <br /><br /><i>Our green umbrella<br />was our shield<br />from prying eyes. </i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com