Wednesday, February 22, 2012

our place



we sing our songs
in bright little whispers
that touch this place
with the fingers
of hands
that wish for
the eyes of otherwise


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7 comments:

  1. ElisabethFebruary 22, 2012 at 12:57 AM

    Wonderful and whimsical, Steven.

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  2. JinksyFebruary 22, 2012 at 6:19 AM

    That is exquisite...

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  3. stevenFebruary 22, 2012 at 7:19 AM

    elisabeth . . . i had fun writing it and then making sense of it . . . . steven

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  4. stevenFebruary 22, 2012 at 7:21 AM

    jinksy - you're very generous . . . thankyou very much! steven

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  5. PaulineFebruary 22, 2012 at 9:13 AM

    I think they already have the eyes of otherwise... it's what I wish for, too.

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  6. FrikoFebruary 22, 2012 at 4:17 PM

    the eyes of otherwise?
    It sounds lovely but I am not quite sure what to make of it.

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  7. Linda SueFebruary 22, 2012 at 8:36 PM

    GASP! the photo just takes my breath away- I feel so toasty , warming my hands in the light of the leaf! YUMMY warmth! You poem as usual sends me into raptures,It a skip back sort of poem that is read and then flips you back to the beginning again. and again...I don't think I will ever leave this poem...
    Word verification is making me go blind...

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