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La Jument photograph by Jean Guichard 

you
are not

poetry

you

are
its side effect

you

are not

music

you 

are

my stillness

you
 
are not

my savior

you

are
my melancholy

you

are not

timeless

you

are

now

© 2014-Rene

Comments

  1. Beautiful, Rene! Everything beautiful, I think, is in the 'now.' We have to appreciate life as it is this very moment....now!

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  2. This is lovely..you are now..living for the moment..

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  3. Excellent , powerful and very effective.

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  4. Love the flow of this piece. Thanks for sharing. <3

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  5. not anything, yet everything

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  6. Impressive and rather inspiring...

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  7. To be the recipient of those words..Oh, my...!!!

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  8. What a tight crisp poem with the choicest of words! The last line should be your anchor out of melancholy. He's now, he's not forever.

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  9. Brilliantly used form, great expression.
    Ciao
    Pea

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  10. Dancing effortlessly in and out of the centre.... Yeah

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  11. What a fantastic photo to go with your lovely and meaningful words.
    Gorgeous.
    Happy 2014, Rene. xo jj

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  12. Lovely flow, lovely format. Enjoyable read!

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