No poems todayno reflectionon how lightinevitablyfollows darknesshow the sky feelshow a body openslike a flowerhow I love youno wordsthough still trueit doesI do
7.19.2016
Summer 2016, Encapsulated
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So do I.
ReplyDeleteNo words beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteAmen; if there ain't love, there ain't, period.
ReplyDeleteI think by that "I do" it's poetry.
ReplyDeleteFor having no words, you done alright. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteYou filled an empty poem somehow.
ReplyDeleteThat's the way I feel, Marian.
ReplyDeleteExcept I didn't write it here.
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I'm going now to play Facebook.
DeleteDamn, this is fantastic poetry.
ReplyDeleteNuff said. Of this summer we'll say, it did, we too: though there's something more here, of the nature of a voc..
ReplyDeleteNice that in spite of it all there's the love
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis is so perfect, so beautiful. I wish that I had written this.
ReplyDeleteWhen the pen is silent, love comforts. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteTerrific. A new favorite. Lovely. k.
ReplyDeleteOh there is so much hope and love in this. I adore the simplicity of it.
ReplyDeleteCrisps and fast. Wonderful lines Marian, even though not meant to be writing!
ReplyDeleteHank
So grand to revisit. A lovely poem. Agree with Mz. K.
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