A Sip of Sherrie

A taste of Me.. Poetry, stories and reflections of a Southern Belle. :)

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Taste of Mint



I asked the moon,
if it meant to shine
subtly through the
tips of pine trees
at midnight's touch.

And the stars,
were they meant
to sparkle, shimmy
and wink at our
lingering hour?

I do not know
these mysteries,
the answers to love.
I know only your kiss,
a taste of mint...

meant for me.

dribbled by Sherrie @ 10/18/2005 03:29:00 PM  

5 Comments:

  • At 6:58 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Oh, cool... Deep thoughts by Jack Handy. :D

     

  • At 1:49 PM, Blogger Sherrie said…

    Actually this is a deep thought by Jack Handey: "I don't think I'm ever more "aware" than I am right after I hit my thumb with a hammer."

    My poem was inspired by someone and meant to be romantic. I hate that it fell short of its goal.

     

  • At 6:51 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Oh... I love the poem. But I was talking about the thought for the day (bottom of page) from Jack Handey, for either yesterday or the day before. Sorry for the confusion.

     

  • At 1:41 PM, Blogger Sherrie said…

    I don't check the blog daily, so I missed that quote. But in the future to keep hurt feelings from happening again, maybe you should be more specific if you're going to refer to something other than the content of the post.

     

  • At 5:37 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Again, I apologize. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings... I thought that since the comment was located on the page right next to the quote, it would be easily recognizable. I honestly meant no disrespect.

     

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