Sunday 24 July 2011

Distant (for Sunday Scribblings)

Like drawings on water
Thoughts come and disappear
Never changing its essence
The water’s always clear
But I choose to retrace them
Again and again
By analysing and dwelling
Never putting down the pen
Until these drawings
Become all I can see
And the water blurs into
A distant memory
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5 comments:

  1. Anonymous25 July 2011 at 20:58

    Oh, I like this. Drawing on the water, so ephemeral. Best to capture it in a poem.

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  2. The Poet25 July 2011 at 21:32

    WoW! Wonderful imagery.

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  3. Nanka30 July 2011 at 12:37

    I like your opening lines , lovely transient thoughts brought to book at last!!

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  4. Jingle Poetry At Olive Garden23 August 2011 at 15:40

    I can see the dynamic images in your words.
    well done.

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  5. Jingle Poetry At Olive Garden23 August 2011 at 15:40

    Greetings,

    How are you?

    Jingle Poetry has moved, we are doing poetry picnic now, our week 1 theme is

    “Adam and Eve” ,


    Please feel free to join us, all are very welcome!
    Blessings fly your way!
    xoxox


    love your talent, stay in touch!

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