poetry

The Pool

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i’ll cast the words to find you

in yonder starlit pool

and when you find them sinking

no longer I … the fool

 

collect them all

with a butterfly net

stuffing ripped pockets

before we shall forget

 

for upon tomorrow’s fickle wind

emotions are swallowed

and words

rescind

47 thoughts on “The Pool”

  4. No matter how much I read, I’m still always surprised by how much I enjoy your writing.
    I love the flow of this one, I am a leaf caught in the breeze of your words, taking me for a ride through wonderful imagery and gorgeous melodies.
    Truely amazing stuff 🙂.

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      2. Sometimes I surprise myself with how happy writing does make me – I expected my blog to be more photographic in nature, but mostly it seems I am now scrambling to find a picture 🙂 Speaking of surprises though, what has thrilled me the most are the wonderful people I’m meeting here. If you don’t mind me saying, you are one of my favorites!

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      3. Aww, thank you very much. Again with the rosy cheeked smile 😊. You seem to be an expert at that 😄.
        It’s funny how things go like that. You find one passion leading to another. I’ll admit that I hadn’t truely noticed your photos before, but looking back through them, they are stunning. Overshadowing yourself isn’t such a bad thing, right 😅?

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      2. I’m charmed by your words! Yes I’m finding it difficult to say on top of all the wonderfully creative work on WordPress. I shall be venturing to your blog as well! 😊

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      3. Well yours aren’t any less charming. Somehow you seem like a very amiable person. Best of luck with your goals and I would be privileged to have you read any of my work. 😃

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      1. Perhaps you are referring to “certain rare poets” who adore their “certain rare readers” … who are in themselves writers that make the aforementioned poet burst with emotion ….. ❤

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    2. Delightful Isha, had I known you had a Wandering Armadillo marathon planned I would have sent party appetizers, for you make me feel like celebrating. I’m pouring you a bubby drink in my mind and twirling before you xo

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      1. Thank-you for the refreshing drink 🍸😀 The marathon was completely unplanned… I missed your poetry last night and then realised that there are many you’d written before I joined WordPress, and then of course, there was no looking back! I needed no appetizers, I was reading them 🙌😁😊

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