scribe February 24, 2014 Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn my world, a stonethrown from the tip of my soulskimming mortal puddles2014-Rene Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels magpietales Poem poetry senryu Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments M.ZFebruary 24, 2014 at 8:43 AMBeautiful words combined with an amazing painting! ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKathe W.February 24, 2014 at 10:49 AMahhhh this is so perfectly written- ReplyDeleteRepliesReply21 WitsFebruary 24, 2014 at 1:36 PMAh yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming.... but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySherry Blue SkyFebruary 24, 2014 at 1:55 PMWOW! So few words, such impact! Loved it.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJennifer WagnerFebruary 24, 2014 at 2:14 PMYes! Your words pair perfectly with the image...but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJinksyFebruary 24, 2014 at 2:34 PMAnd every stone makes ripples which spread in widening circles... :-)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySilent Otto February 25, 2014 at 7:29 AMWhen the stone came to rest it was a mountain which eventually became a continent ...cheers mate ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidFebruary 26, 2014 at 1:56 PMWonderful...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMaryFebruary 28, 2014 at 6:48 PMBeautifully written ...'skimming mortal puddles' ..I like that.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousFebruary 28, 2014 at 10:18 PMBeautiful!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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Beautiful words combined with an amazing painting!
ReplyDeleteahhhh this is so perfectly written-
ReplyDeleteAh yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming.... but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.
ReplyDeleteWOW! So few words, such impact! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteYes! Your words pair perfectly with the image...but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd every stone makes ripples which spread in widening circles... :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen the stone came to rest it was a mountain which eventually became a continent ...cheers mate
ReplyDeleteWonderful...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written ...'skimming mortal puddles' ..I like that.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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