Comments on: a pumpkin robot (another letter i’ll never send) http://flyturtlefly.com/2009/02/26/pumpkinrobot/ the dark vivid tales of a part turtle, part butterfly. Fri, 23 Jul 2010 01:08:23 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: lissa http://flyturtlefly.com/2009/02/26/pumpkinrobot/#comment-1091 lissa Sat, 28 Feb 2009 19:02:06 +0000 http://flyturtlefly.com/?p=741#comment-1091 aww thanks cynthia. we're kindred spirits in a lot of ways. sounds like a great childhood experience. aww thanks cynthia. we’re kindred spirits in a lot of ways. sounds like a great childhood experience.

]]> By: lissa http://flyturtlefly.com/2009/02/26/pumpkinrobot/#comment-1090 lissa Sat, 28 Feb 2009 19:00:56 +0000 http://flyturtlefly.com/?p=741#comment-1090 hmm interesting point. hmm interesting point.

]]> By: lissa http://flyturtlefly.com/2009/02/26/pumpkinrobot/#comment-1089 lissa Sat, 28 Feb 2009 19:00:34 +0000 http://flyturtlefly.com/?p=741#comment-1089 thank you. no problem. i wish there was some way i could leave comments on your tumblr. thank you. no problem. i wish there was some way i could leave comments on your tumblr.

]]> By: lissa http://flyturtlefly.com/2009/02/26/pumpkinrobot/#comment-1088 lissa Sat, 28 Feb 2009 18:59:52 +0000 http://flyturtlefly.com/?p=741#comment-1088 thank you :) thank you :)

]]> By: Cynthia http://flyturtlefly.com/2009/02/26/pumpkinrobot/#comment-1087 Cynthia Sat, 28 Feb 2009 18:03:58 +0000 http://flyturtlefly.com/?p=741#comment-1087 Honest, funny and wonderfully written. I've felt the same way, and still do sometimes, almost like the emily d. poem, I'm a nobody, are you a nobody too. For sure there's another, but often we pumpkins are too shy or afraid to make the first move, to know the twin that awaits. The most lyrical part of your poem reminds me simply of childhood. I can remember that same feeling as at a very young age, 4,5,6, running barefoot our the shaggy lawns with my best next door friend Linda. Thank you for this post and for the memory, Lissa. Honest, funny and wonderfully written. I’ve felt the
same way, and still do sometimes, almost like the
emily d. poem, I’m a nobody, are you a nobody too.
For sure there’s another, but often we pumpkins are
too shy or afraid to make the first move, to know
the twin that awaits.
The most lyrical part of your poem reminds me simply
of childhood. I can remember that same feeling as
at a very young age, 4,5,6, running barefoot our the
shaggy lawns with my best next door friend Linda.

Thank you for this post and for the memory, Lissa.

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