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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Overlook Then stones, wrung for their oil, became a picture etched in my mind Walls built, hand by hand, segregating one field from the other This feeling of timelessness lingers, shadowed in the half past of afternoon sun Pasture, or cropland, both flower now; and I wonder why this matters anymore Peered ‘Neath the brim of my straw hat, the path is dubious Still, does the stone know it has spirit, or is the strength of sledge merely a question sharp? From below, the canyon sends up secrets of whispering jonquil Scanning the horizon, I measure the distance to the ground Copyright Kkh 7/9/09 |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
your sketches are simply amazing...I almost got dizzy leaning over the edge... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A fine write, imagery that takes the reader right to the stones and the plants in the canyon. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Outstanding write, with beautiful hints to what I believe to be true... consciousness in all there exists, stones comprised. Wonderful! Love, Margherita |
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