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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

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


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

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.

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