tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post7441304659992218550..comments2023-06-26T11:01:03.582-02:30Comments on A Blade of Grass: thinking in fits and startsJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-19368681868653519002011-01-06T21:07:02.487-03:302011-01-06T21:07:02.487-03:30manik sharma,
Thanks for stopping by. Always tryin...manik sharma,<br />Thanks for stopping by. Always trying to take flight, and maybe we're all mirrors of ourselves? This little poem keeps trying to dance off the screen (an arabesque?)...<br />:)<br /><br />Mariana,<br />Thanks! Lots of fun playing with the space on the page...<br />Hope you had a nice holiday season as well...Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-27502302867303984442010-12-26T14:21:01.157-03:302010-12-26T14:21:01.157-03:30I love graphical poems/texts, yours is very nice a...I love graphical poems/texts, yours is very nice and well rounded.<br />Wish you the best for this time of the year.Mariana Sofferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13351209522681966230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-41495410855556467732010-12-19T10:37:51.606-03:302010-12-19T10:37:51.606-03:30and you flew jon..if i were your mirror..and you flew jon..if i were your mirror..manik sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055072451804840121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-61330524393984200312010-12-17T14:37:14.018-03:302010-12-17T14:37:14.018-03:30Ovid is perfect :)
and, what a luscious freedom...Ovid is perfect :)<br /><br /><br />and, what a luscious freedom, unhinged from seeking, demanding or needing answers<br />indeed, yielding continues to beckon as a necessary way of being<br /><br />nice touch with the latin :)Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04964772119118368322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-3854644020115684872010-12-17T05:48:52.390-03:302010-12-17T05:48:52.390-03:30and indeed...
on her wings I fly...
:)and indeed...<br /><br />on her wings I fly...<br /><br />:)Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-26985070235291731732010-12-17T05:47:36.721-03:302010-12-17T05:47:36.721-03:30Harle,
perhaps you seek answers
where none exists...Harle,<br /><br />perhaps you seek answers<br />where none exists<br />and where the poem is<br />a mirror:<br /><br />"A blood red flower arose, like the rich bloom<br />Of pomegranates which in a stubborn rind<br />Conceal their seeds; yet is its beauty brief,<br />So lightly cling its petal, fall so soon,<br />When the winds blow that give the flower its name."<br /><br />--OvidJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-5990968941634518062010-12-17T02:40:46.504-03:302010-12-17T02:40:46.504-03:30intriguing and provocative pairing here...
if hope...intriguing and provocative pairing here...<br />if hope is hopeless...the cascade unfurling from that "if"<br />dismantling even the first glimmers <br />of fits and starts...perhaps<br />and yet, you write words with wings with words, held aloft by that barest whisper of breath, as if that is all it would take to make it so<br /><br />always enjoy seeing what you are reflecting on<br /><br /><br />alis volat propriis *Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04964772119118368322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814167885275431107.post-55667789742547074102010-12-16T23:49:19.208-03:302010-12-16T23:49:19.208-03:30All our debate is voiceless here,
As all our rage,...All our debate is voiceless here,<br />As all our rage, the rage of stone;<br />If hope is hopeless, then fearless fear,<br />And history is thus undone.<br /><br />--From "Bearded Oaks", Robert Penn WarrenJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.com