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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Oct 9, 2009 17:08:46 GMT -5
All is as it should be.
Order without structure encompasses all; deep blues, kangaroos, oak beams, morning dew, cool breezes in summer.
My eyes see a boundless sky. Ears are intimate with silence. My hands relax as the pen writes without them.
I smell the ether in its ubiquity, taste the word of God, then swallow beatitude.
All is as it should be.
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Post by ramadevi on Oct 10, 2009 4:34:34 GMT -5
Lovely work, dear friend.
Loved this
Ears are intimate with silence. My hands relax as the pen writes without them.
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I smell the ether in its ubiquity, taste the word of God, then swallow beatitude.
Whoeee!
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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 17, 2009 14:02:07 GMT -5
Nice, jon!
Back later after some thinkin'.
Maggie
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Oct 17, 2009 17:26:39 GMT -5
Mags, that's beautifully done. No nits at first read, but I'll be back.
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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 18, 2009 11:52:43 GMT -5
This is jon's poem, D, and what a great opening stanza, jon!!!
I'm wondering if you might look at reducing the pronouns in the 2 and 3S's and combining them for a stronger stanza much like the V in the 1S, jon. Something hat reads more fluid.
Maggie
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