Friday, March 2, 2012

Gullible

I
was
a clam
now empty
a shell picked over
by a gull and flown for a while

2 comments:

  1. ...and then let free... falling, falling...

    what an idea, going onto this journey with you.

    a bit colder than before reading
    but thankful for the impression
    gabriele

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  2. Gabriele,

    I love your extension to my poem. Yes, then let free! Free falling into the ocean? Yes, I'd love that. The wild ocean is my favorite place.

    Thank you for taking the journey with me. I really like the last two of your poems. The "Now" poems: no lines crossing now, no shadows hiding now, no time passing with "now," and then, stones merging into eternal now with all its life and beauty.

    Wishing you the best nows in forever,
    Kay

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