wisdom rises
as steam
exhaled from the mouth
of ancient volcanoes
a hunger breathes raspy
we've arrived
in our private Bermuda
with knowledge:
even lost triangles
are discovered
in time.
Author notes
trying to write something...anything. It's been slow-going for a while now.
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im really reading this trying to get a good grasp of the meaning. I would love for u to clear it up for me
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aye - yes, even the quietest momemts are discovweredd with time#'s fair hand and, we all smile life and loive
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it sounds like a sexy poem... sounds like its about discovering each other....
i know, i'm probably wrong. but that is what it's telling me
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I think this is brilliant. Poignant with great use of imagery.
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Yep..if anything was really lost, we'd have no knowledge of it at all.
Good to be reading your words again Beth
lovely poem
xoxo
D
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you typed this very well, i like it
al
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oh...I love the ending to this, gives me shivers...and the way you led me to it...love this one, Beth...
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I think this is wonderfully written, hon!
So GOOD to see your pen again
Wishing you light and love,
Sandy -
Love this. The last stanza was lovely. I certainly wish you wrote more often.
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