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tiny poem
I see you
on the beach,
with
a stick of driftwood
Carving a question
in the sand
As big black thunder clouds
spill
over the sea
And approach you, with an answer
~/~
I see you
on the beach,
with
a stick of driftwood
Carving a question
in the sand
As big black thunder clouds
spill
over the sea
And approach you, with an answer
~/~
Your poetry is mighty fine . . .
The storm erases the question, it seems.
If there is no answer, there is no question.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
This one is eerie, but
This one is eerie, but beautiful also. I have to take a break now. I am not used to reading poems this intense one right after the other.
Starward
I'm only glad you're enjoying
I'm only glad you're enjoying them, my friend.
perfect poems like this are
perfect poems like this are brief containing the all... like a nutshell containing a thousand forests
Precision Imagination
Well conceived and well executed imagery- to become beautifully received ~Lady A~