tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478585016269977581.post359256050727782683..comments2023-11-05T11:28:09.589+00:00Comments on Scribble City Central: Car ParkLucy Coatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774389681477698245noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478585016269977581.post-11805829367815424342009-04-20T16:16:00.000+01:002009-04-20T16:16:00.000+01:00"...connecting fragmented words/into living...."
..."...connecting fragmented words/into living...."<br /><br />What a beautiful line. You may be feeling adrift, but clearly those copper synapses are firing. Thanks for sharing your poem. <br /><br />P.S. I always love being reminded of traveling in England, where "parking lots" are "Car parks" and potato chips are crisps.Frankie Anonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06093324566743581868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478585016269977581.post-41869935796834576762009-04-18T23:19:00.000+01:002009-04-18T23:19:00.000+01:00A powerful, beautiful, sad and moving poem...A powerful, beautiful, sad and moving poem...Caroline Lawrencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07249424644829463560noreply@blogger.com