Each word, a snowflake; from last winter's scribble book.
wordfall
within each drift
the poet
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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12 comments:
And, you would be the one to know about that.
I love wordfall.
O poeta não passa de uma palavra em silêncio.
D, this might be one of my most favorite of your beautiful writings. The eyes of a poet - seeing beauty in the ordinary...
I'm hating to go commercial on you, but this would make a beautiful Christmas card!
difting snowflake or snowfall could form the subject of a poem....
But it would be wise for the poet to understand the power of words; even when words just fall from his pen in whatever trance they write -- have seen their worlds splitting like hell for poets! myself included if i could be called a poet -- a 20 year old problem, thats well past me...but worth remembering, or shouldn't forget,
ofcourse the poet is not meant to stay at a place - in any sense
they are glorious stenos of nature, life and humanity,
even a family is a burden, sometimes -- a poet in my family has written; though not near any of the glorious poets i too have sometimes felt...if i were left free to read and write in a world of my own :)
oh well a long wordfall from me...that's the power of the six words here :)
Exemplary scribble, Magyar :)
wishes,
devika
This, this i love the most
wordfall; mmmmm nice; i'll tanka that
"wordfall"
caught in a perambulate
meditation
my new Christmas poem
at poemhunter dot com
:)
[http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/la-causa-de-nuestra-alegr-a/]
much love
gillena
Beautifully said! As always I'm impressed:)
wordfall -- oh, if only our words would flow like a waterfall . . . lovely, Magyar.
love it M
john
Beautiful!
Take care
My friends... I thank you all we share the drift! _m
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