Untitled – by Mark Rothko
climbing the afternoon
hand over hand
on arthritic rungs
pausing for sips
from a dry canteen
no relief for old men
escaping from cobwebs
masked with teeth-baring
grins to fool the spiders
sure what was lost
must be somewhere
above the evening
but under the sly
trapdoor moon
(originally posted June 2013)
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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Poesy plus Polemics 
brilliant as always
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gracious as always
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“pausing for sips from a dry canteen” I love that
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glad it appealed to you
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I am often there in the space you describe in your last 3 lines. —-Chagall
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me too
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Ah, the view from this side of the equation of life is unmatched . . .
Thanks, Paul, for another insightful poem . . .
Blessings!
Peter
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thank you, Peter
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Words to savour. Again, superb.
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still not sure where it came from – so many mental dustbins
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Pure genius, once again. I will muffle laughs all evening about “teeth-baring grins to fool the spiders”. I actually went after a number of cobwebs earlier today–the lovely sun made even dim eyes unable to ignore them.
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go ahead and laugh out loud – it’s more fun
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You know me too well–I habitually indulge in guffaws and other “unladylike” laughter. I get such a visual of you doing the teeth-baring grin at spiders…gets me going all over again.
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wonderful!
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thank you dearly
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On this fine afternoon, my fingers arthritically thank you! 🙂
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you’re quite welcome, tom
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