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brass ring

"hands"
Image via Magpie Tales

thumpa da
thump

i catch myself
caught up

in our spinning
rhythm go round

merrily galloping, we
bright, sweet, lovely

you then me
you then me

조금
jogeum
조금
jogeum

경주
gyeongju
경주
gyeongju

together
we lace

restless
thoroughbred

thundering
pulses

one
strong

infinite
loop


Rene ~ January 20, 2013

For Magpie Tales 152

and D'verse Poets Poetics: Foreign tongue

my foreign words are:

조금  jogeum,  the Korean word for chasing
경주  gyeongju, the Korean word for racing

Comments

  1. smiles....makes me think of kids running free through a field...holding hands...maybe kinda like the opening of little house...you know...smiles. nice us of sound, and i like the single thread...

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  2. The image made me think of how, when I hold someones hand, I try to find their pulse. :)

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  3. Nice poem, Rene. I picture two young children holding hands and running side by side. What a happy poem this is!

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  4. This poem suits the photo of children clasping hands so wonderfully. I love it.

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  5. This was perfect, it makes me want to do the happy dance!

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  6. oh i like the carefree feel in this..and the japanese adds just the right dash of magic

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  7. nice, love the characters in here, really adds a new dimension and artistic sense to the poetry. Wonderfully done. Thanks for sharing with us.

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  8. Fabulous Rene. Happy poetry and poetry with Korean in it too!

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  9. Happy bouncing write - lovely.

    Anna :o]

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  10. Such happy imagery...it puts me in mind of children's faces at the carnival, circus or parade. Thump da Thump!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  11. I could almost feel the wind in my face as I ran along with them.

    =)

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  12. Go for the brass ring! Charming write, Rene...

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  13. A true connection indeed...love this Rene! :-)

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