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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Could be anywhere... people talking in the cold, and each word is shown as an instant's cloud.


cold writes
the words of unheard voices
cloud wisps

12 comments:

BlueJayEye said...

thoughts fly-by when one looks at the sky, its an imagination bonanza...good one _M

Devika said...

Unheard voices, never are....there's always that blue sliver of sky on can bank on...with-in or with-out :)

good one, Magyar...seemed as though inviting cold/winter! :)

wishes,
devika

Devika said...

** blue sliver of sky 'one' can bank on...

devika

nora said...

Ethereal. Love it, Magyar.

Kristin Riggs said...

This is just terrific. I love "cold writes"...that is perfect. :)

John McDonald said...

love it M
john

Lorraine said...

whispy...wow we're in tune this morning ;)

Warren said...

Gorgeous poem, Doug - Love the feel of this one.

Warren

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very nice!

Timoteo said...

Gives me chills!

Bill said...

That first breath of winter.

Magyar said...

Again! I thank you all!