Friday, December 9, 2011

tightly


there's a little yellow flower
beside the river

hugging the ground so closely to itself -
a hope fulfilled
in the dance of its subtle body

the slender fingers of a breeze
draw across its flowered lips

my words and eyes
drift across its tenderness

we are lost to each other
in so many different ways
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6 comments:

  1. RuthDecember 9, 2011 at 4:02 AM

    The losing is part of nature. But we have these moments of holding, which are the more precious then.

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  2. agujaDecember 9, 2011 at 9:58 AM

    The photograph holds so much and your words express the poetry within it.

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  3. stevenDecember 9, 2011 at 5:57 PM

    ruth - you so understand and articulate your understanding so simply and fully!! steven

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  4. stevenDecember 9, 2011 at 5:57 PM

    thankyou aguja. steven

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  5. stevenDecember 9, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    thanks ellen!! steven

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  6. hopeDecember 9, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    It looks so delicate and pretty and yet...

    it so resembles goldenrod that my nose is itching! :)

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