the world comes to me
in neat rectangle pieces
reality framed
without legs to walk to me
life floats through grids to my eyes
the world comes to me
in neat rectangle pieces
reality framed
without legs to walk to me
life floats through grids to my eyes
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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beautiful writing Paul. Thank you!
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thanks kindly and you’re most welcome
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“without legs to walk to me” somehow this line is full of yearning.
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yearning indeed, for lost health
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Those grids are in your eye, my friend.
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they are my windows
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What a disturbing thought to think about the world in grids and structured shapes. Beautiful poem.
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a cost of affliction
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Molto triste! I cry for you. And yet you see so much more than those who run about like mad dogs. A beautiful poem!
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thank you dearly, Ellen
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Oh Wow, do I love this–the picture/image is fascinating, and then you do us one better with the poem–over the top Good!
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you gladden my heart
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Loved the words…fit the picture beautifully:)
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thank you kindly, lulu
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ausumn!!!
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thank you kindly
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Frustration defined with eloquent perfection.
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much appreciated
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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The “without legs” part chokes me up; well done.
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thanks, Caddo
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Hugs my friend… I’m sorry you can’t run out in the world and yet glad you still have the view.
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the mind can run anywhere
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