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Friday, November 6, 2015

Hidden thoughts. _m

a final stone
on this forest wall
brown ferns

       And / Or

blooms climb 
to this pyramid's  peak
the first stone
 

10 comments:

Gwil W said...



those old fronds are not anemones

Blogoratti said...

Wonderful piece, as always.

Rachel said...

Lieber Magyar,
ein klein wenig Wehnmut greift beim Lesen nach mir,
eine Jahreszeit verabschiedet sich...

LG; Rachel

Magyar said...

__We all know, the last stone... is the first stone. _m

Bill said...

on both sides
of the old stone wall
wildflowers

Magyar said...


__Thanks Gwil, Blogoratti... and a special thanks Rachel for your understanding!

From both sides; the first stone is the last stone; flowers tell.
__Bill, I'm a captive to your rich echo! _m

grapeling said...

stone neither atones
nor keeps faith, but lingers wry,
waiting but to fall

Magyar said...

cynical stones
yet to remain the symbols
the contraries

Thanks M.
_m

Ygraine said...

Oh I love this, Doug...those old time worn stones that endure through all the world's trials and tribulations...yet still remain unchanged...our rocks to cling to...

Wonderful! :))

Crafty Green Poet said...

this resonates with the walk i was leading yesterday, we found many ferns on the walls running along the wooded riverside