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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

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  1. MaryJanuary 12, 2014 at 3:59 PM

    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. TruedessaJanuary 12, 2014 at 4:35 PM

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

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 12, 2014 at 5:18 PM

    Wowzers! great write!

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  4. alan1704January 12, 2014 at 5:37 PM

    Excellent , powerful and very effective.

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  5. Kenia CrisJanuary 12, 2014 at 5:46 PM

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

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 12, 2014 at 9:17 PM

    not anything, yet everything

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  7. Vodka MomJanuary 13, 2014 at 7:30 AM

    you
    are
    lovely

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  8. BerowneJanuary 13, 2014 at 11:40 AM

    Impressive and rather inspiring...

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  9. Tess KincaidJanuary 13, 2014 at 4:18 PM

    Loveliness!

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  10. LynJanuary 13, 2014 at 4:45 PM

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

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  11. madhumakhiJanuary 13, 2014 at 11:31 PM

    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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  12. PealogicJanuary 14, 2014 at 2:50 PM

    Brilliantly used form, great expression.
    Ciao
    Pea

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  13. Silent Otto January 15, 2014 at 6:53 AM

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

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  14. David Patrick TorresJanuary 15, 2014 at 4:40 PM

    Simple, perfect, simply perfect.

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  15. Joanna JenkinsJanuary 16, 2014 at 12:15 PM

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

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  16. HelenaJanuary 16, 2014 at 4:07 PM

    Lovely flow, lovely format. Enjoyable read!

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