Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Touch

Where time
Expands space,
We touched hands,
Joined ways
And to that 
Touch entrusted
All our days.

12 comments:


  1. word of mouth do a start
    many
    kinds of
    conversation
    reading faces is
    a biggie
    body language
    as well and
    do never
    ever
    under estimate the eyes

    Love, cat.

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    1. Dear Cat, I agree with enthusiasm. Even Nature has a body language, IS a language. The poem has aged well, but I'm always finding new images for it.

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  2. What a sweet poem to write to two lovely flowers.

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    1. Thank you, kind Joanne. As we are all dust from the same flower, so are we able to see ourselves in Nature.

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    1. Welcome comment, lovely and encouraging. Have relayed compliment to the photographer.

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  4. Ahhh, so sweet! I think I recall your poem accompanying a photo of you and your bride awhile back - is it anniversary time again or just a great photo that needed a poem?

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    1. 0_Jenny, The poem is a remnant from a much longer one I wrote and read from the vertiginous, high pulpit of the oldest Baptist church in this state's capital. It was 40 years ago, at the wedding of a dear friend. My poem was followed by an interpretive dance by Maryanne Annabel --a Canadian friend whose costume came loose and wowed me, and everybody, with her professional disregard--as if it were part of the choreography. Suddenly my vertigo vanished.

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    2. What a great story! And that poem has whiskers, but you'd never know it - it's as fresh today as ever.

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    3. Kind Jenny, thanks. I wish the same could be said of the poet.

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  5. What a sweet poem, and the perfect illustration.

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    1. Most kind Elizabeth. My gratitude and all my best to you.

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