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gifts
nothing, fit for paupers
and kings, space to be
and breathe... where no
expectations crowd us
the pause between beats,
on the peak of the arc —
neither up nor down
suspended in between
the engines are silent,
conductor's baton is still...
the eyes see nothing
in the stolen dusk fog
Published 24th Dec 2013
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- Edited 16th May 2018 3:44pm
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- Edited 16th May 2018 11:39am
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- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
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26th Dec 2013 4:40am
:)
OK, Mourganna, if I ever publish anything, you are first choice to write the summary review on the back! Thank you for another refreshing comment...
OK, Mourganna, if I ever publish anything, you are first choice to write the summary review on the back! Thank you for another refreshing comment...
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26th Dec 2013 4:40pm
Somehow, I managed this write, though I'm not too tranquil myself... Some self-medication...
Thank you, Magdalena.
Thank you, Magdalena.
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26th Dec 2013 4:33pm
AAHHhhhh....a piece of perpetual,
spiritual tranquility...a momentary seamless union of mind and body....
A state of transcendence.....
Sioch`ain leat, mo Chara :)
spiritual tranquility...a momentary seamless union of mind and body....
A state of transcendence.....
Sioch`ain leat, mo Chara :)
26th Dec 2013 4:45pm
Momentary pauses, the space between... glad you found it in the ink, Friend. Thank you...
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:)
Your words made think about my gift, when I sit on my surfboard out the back of the breakers and stare at the horizon and meditate in some form. The gift for me is a place to escape and contemplate or just feel the moment.
I thought the last two lines could be reworked a little to finish with a positive by not using the words "nothing" and "fog." I thought something like the following may work:
"mystic eyes stare
into the stolen dusk"
A very thought provoking piece, I enjoyed it.
I thought the last two lines could be reworked a little to finish with a positive by not using the words "nothing" and "fog." I thought something like the following may work:
"mystic eyes stare
into the stolen dusk"
A very thought provoking piece, I enjoyed it.
