There are glasses in the sink from the water that I drink. And the books in my li-brary are not dumb and ordinary. There's a doggie at my door; did I go to the pet store? There's a puppy on my couch-y who was happy, now she's grouchy. Was a writer, now an author or an otter; no, an auteur.
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I am taking a leave from the wonderful community here at Fictionaut for a bit.
I insulted someone (I think) by writing that his work is clever--but I can't think of a better word--even though it is a word which has been corrupted--somehow you have managed to create a perfect poem in the genre of "cute" but it is beyond cute--it is perfect and it should (and will (if you submit it)) be published.
Please don't leave this group. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thanks *
we always miss each other, but i do enjoy your gifts, will you enjoy mine? love this one, your witticisms are as fierce as your poodle is predatory...
Thanks for the fav, fellow explorer of the inner world.
I insulted someone (I think) by writing that his work is clever--but I can't think of a better word--even though it is a word which has been corrupted--somehow you have managed to create a perfect poem in the genre of "cute" but it is beyond cute--it is perfect and it should (and will (if you submit it)) be published.
Please don't leave this group. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thanks *
I was skeptical but you melted my skepticism away and won me over completely, Juhi.
"Was a writer, now an author
or an otter; no, an auteur"
This is auteur.
Wonderful closing lines, Juhi. Yes. Great form and phrasing. I like the poem.
I like it. Very cute.