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Open Poetry #43

Han Shan

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

0 posted 2008-10-29 12:01 PM

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Yes
One does
Remember
How it was
Before going up
To be alone

Too much perhaps
As it usually has a way
Of making—that then
Chosen solitude
Preferred

And yet still
There are moments
Especially
When the wind
Brings home
In the pale blue air
A fragrance of flowers

Through years
On the mountain
The silent wisdoms
Of a stolid man

From this cold high place
A little snow comes down
To melt in your hand

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Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2008-10-29 04:06 PM

Oh I just loved this. There is a certain softness that will melt even the hardest, and coldest. Well, that is how I took this, and I like my interpretation

A hermit can come in all forms and be in many places.

Artic Wind
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 8080
Realm of Supernatural

2 posted 2008-10-29 06:31 PM

Through years
On the mountain
The silent wisdoms
Of a stolid man........."

Poetically Penned Huan Yi!

ARCTIC WIND

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