Monday, August 1, 2011

morning


fourteen fingers
reach out from her face

hopeful

appealing

inclined in supplication


drawing first the sun
then the sky
inwards

at

10 comments:

  1. JJ Roa RodriguezAugust 1, 2011 at 7:03 AM

    Nice post!

    JJRod'z

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  2. Reya MellickerAugust 1, 2011 at 7:47 AM

    Has it turned around for you?

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  3. stevenAugust 1, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    hey thanks jj! steven

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  4. stevenAugust 1, 2011 at 9:12 AM

    it's turning reya . . . like an elephant. which is quite alright!! steven

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  5. ellen abbottAugust 1, 2011 at 10:40 AM

    Beautiful picture, wonderful post.

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  6. stevenAugust 1, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    thankyou ellen. i'm glad to share goodness.

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  7. R. Burnett BakerAugust 1, 2011 at 11:40 PM

    How lovely, the way you infuse life into the already living! Beautiful.

    Steven, if only you could have seen the sky on this side of the lake at 5:30am today. Stunning blue, orange, every type and shape of cloud from the thunderstorms racing just south of us. You would have captured those images perfectly, but I only had my cell phone. I may try to post them if they capture any of the moment...

    Gotta start carrying my camera...

    Rick

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  8. Linda SueAugust 2, 2011 at 1:12 AM

    LOVE fourteen fingers reaching out from her face!!!

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  9. OceanoAzul.SonhosAugust 2, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    Beautiful poem painted with hope. Good week steven.
    oa.s

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  10. plastic cardAugust 3, 2011 at 2:02 AM

    great poem. it really gteat.

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