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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field
careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful
as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close
around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near
enough – our dull spirits
remembering only a note
or two
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Good Stuff
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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fantastic visual
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Not all people have eyes to see in between words, glad you do Chrissy!
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some days more than others
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Engaging combination…
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Appreciate your comment, thank you…
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very nicely done — succint, with movement from one image/idea to another quickly and surprisingly.
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Thank you for your comment and insight Austin Starr.
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Great work – as usual.
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Appreciate your comment Noora, as always! 😉
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Anna, I hven’t made any comments recently but I often wander through your blog. Tonight I read “About Anna Mosca” again and I immediately thought of Jack Kerouac. If you were a lot older I think you may have liked him.
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Kerouac is a myth, how not to know, and like, his work, age aside? Thank you for your comment and for wandering over here…
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I want more. You can’t just destroy an old man with a “Kerouac is a myth” when that old man has been a kerouacaphile for more years than you have been alive. I need more input. And if I don’t I will stop blogging and die.
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Sorry, my mistake in the choice of words. I meant he was a legend! I’m bilingual and in current Italian the word myth means legendary… I was flattered by your initial comment and then lost by the reply. Glad I realized my mistake. Thank you for not giving up!
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Oh how I wish I could speak Italian. I taught in a school where 25% were of Italian decent and I loved the parents so much. They were so patient with me. “Pardone mi. Si non parlo Italiano.” It was so bad, but it earned me hugs and kisses. I have a whole book to write about that. Thank you so much for the reply. and go and read some more kerouac.
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I love this. Very haiku-esque, delicate.
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Thank you for commenting, I love your insight.
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Given Mother Nature’s involvement here, that makes words a powerful as growing daisies. A beautiful work of art with such bright colors.
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Thank you OldenGray, welcome to this poem and to the spring season… With natures help many more to come 😊
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I, like many, look forward to the season unfolding with your pen!
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Each line is a beauty in itself. ♡
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