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Skipping Stones And now I see,
in the shade of this tree,
with the breeze
tugging at my beard,
and my thoughts,
that the blood,
the sweat,
the fear,
the compromises,
amount to nothing;
other than the reflection
on the surface
of these waters.
:)
when nothing matters everything has its first chance to be equal, when everything is equal what matters becomes clear, and when what's clear gets skewed with ripples and muck, nothing matters and the cycle can thus begin again
<3 so glad you are writing once more!
Much Love
Ashley
Thank you Dear!
Me too! I'm not sure if I'm turning into a tree stump or becoming a cloud, but it's an improvement! ;-)
<3
you are a tree shaped cloud my dear!
Much Love
Ashley
:-D
I FEEL like a cloud now! I drifting with the currents of my thoughts, my disposition. I'm not bound by the things that forced me into some condensed form and function and can expand and go as the moment takes me! I am a cloud! (Although, often a dusty one! ;-)
:) see!
I speak only truths ;P
Much Love
Ashley
My Dear Respected Beavis Sir
My Dear Respected Beavis Sir,
Lovely poem !!!! You ARE a VERY "proper poet" unlike me.I often try to understand your works but as you know by now that I am "NOT A PROPER POET" but an "ASKEWED WRITER" who scribbles and posts whatever emanates from his "Fast Keyboard" Please don't pay much attention to my posts or even think about them.But please read them ..... I'm trying to measure up to being a "Proper Poet" Maybe someday I'll succeed if life lasts long enough.
Be well Be Happy
Best wishes from ~BM~
©bishu
Thank you, My friend,
But I must disagree with you. There are no "proper poets", but if there were, you would be one, for your soul, love, vision and compassion are vast, and you share your gifts so well. I frequently read your posts, and am alwYs impressed by your insight, skill, and the beauty of your poetry. The failure is entirely mine, and I can only plead the weak defense of the distractions of this life, my friend.
With love and apologies, my poetic brother,
James
Whatever it is Mr Beavis my friend you stand out in the crowded
Whatever it is Mr Beavis my friend you stand out in the crowded arena of aspiring and accomplished poets . With best wishes my kind brother far away ~Bee Emm~
©bishu
Down To You
It is, afterall, what it comes down to, neh? After similar reflections, minus the beard of course, I concur, Beav. - Just Bein' Stella
Love ya Lady A!
Amazing what shady trees and still waters can let you see ;-)