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Monday, February 24, 2014

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Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn 

my world, a stone
thrown from the tip of my soul
skimming mortal puddles

2014-Rene

10 comments:

  1. Beautiful words combined with an amazing painting!

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  2. ahhhh this is so perfectly written-

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  3. Ah yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming.... but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.

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  4. WOW! So few words, such impact! Loved it.

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  5. Yes! Your words pair perfectly with the image...but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well.

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  6. And every stone makes ripples which spread in widening circles... :-)

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  7. When the stone came to rest it was a mountain which eventually became a continent ...cheers mate

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  8. Beautifully written ...'skimming mortal puddles' ..I like that.

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