alive while they move
rippling wakes in time and space
afraid of stilled death
ungraspable entities
comets, the wind and our love
(originally posted December 2013)
alive while they move
rippling wakes in time and space
afraid of stilled death
ungraspable entities
comets, the wind and our love
(originally posted December 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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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
I really like the way you see the world.
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thank you for such a touching comment
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Immortality and mortality, life and death, infinite proportions. Great use of contrasts. Well done!
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thank you kindly
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Thank You for Touching My Life with your Inspiration and Individuality. Your Posts Always bring a Smile to my Day.
Blessings and Joy~
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oh my, that’s a comment that goes right into my keepsake box, Morgan
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🙂
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I LOVE this one, and the painting is very soothing to me today–thank you.
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praised be a soothing day
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Reblogged this on hakariconstant and commented:
“Everyone wants to be a perpetual motion machine / We all try harder as the days run out”
— Modest Mouse, “Perpetual Motion Machine”
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thanks for the reblog
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Reblogged this on hocuspocus13.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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your welcome…
have a prosperous New Year
jinxx
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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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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Beautiful metaphor!
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the stock and trade of we poets
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Very nicely done Paul!
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thank you kindly, Wendell
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Gives a new meaning to ‘word art’
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cheers
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it would be great if you could email me one day I have somethings id like to ask you about writing 🙂 kiaraarmstrong.outlook.com
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I seem to be having trouble with your address above – you can email your questions to me at pflenzi@aol.com
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Cosmic . . .
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Glad to see this one again–it’s on my faves list.
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and you are on mine
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Ohhh, can you feel the big cyber HUG?!
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Thank youu perfect 🙂 I sent you an email!
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