... and I'll add: as the chipmunks, in and out of the darknesses, to gather the day.
this wall
in voids among the stones
poets
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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I am laughing, but I love it!
Sandy, I'm glad you laughed!
__There are so many great poetic writers, I rarely refer to myself as a poet; I cannot march in their parade. A chipmunk, however, brings such a different and smiley story!
__Laughs !!!
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there is no emptiness here the darkness is full of chipmunks and the poet full of thoughts
much love...
It seems you find poetry wherever you are or wherever you look, D. And you know how to write it beautifully.
I haven't seen any chipmunks yet...another sign we're in for a late Spring, I think.
Slightly lost. Want to help find myself?
cool magyar, you got me with that last line
Very nice, Magyar...
Utterly delightful Magyar - you would definitely be considered a fine poet among your readers :)
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