Sandwriters
Who knows how many salvaged wordshave been driftwoodalong poetic beaches, to be then whisked awayagain by following tides,indifference as pages turn.Palms obscuring phrases,overlooked in the midday...
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neatly writ.been there, been that one seemingly overlooked,also, sad to say, been that one overlooking too.It is now 11:30 pm wetcoast time. Nite, Nite.RGLove Thy NeighbourAND Thyself - The Huston...
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Thats a very nice metaphor for writing, reading, writers and readers.Its a fragile thing indeed......... But some lines or even whole poems you never forget. I know more lines written by you by heart...
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Good poem Matt. Somehow I find it sad! All those lovely words going unseen. Still - look on the bright side I say! Some will be read.'Love beauty, it is the shadow of God on the universe.'-Gabriela...
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Hello Matt!hhhmmmmmmmm, boy, that first strophe is perfect to me! Abstract enough for a mind like mine to read and read , nodding, yes! totally! (in fact if you hadn't written that--I was going to...
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"Who knows how many salvaged wordshave been driftwoodalong poetic beaches"countless phrases,hopefully they will again wash up on someone else's shoreliked this one Matt,the wayward gull, LeeThough I...
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Thanks everyone, I guess we've all felt overlooked every once in a while Matt
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