Friday, August 5, 2016

When I Was Young


                                              ... when I was young a vast plain of days lay before me

                      ... corrections could be made

                                                                                                now ... there's a path in the woods

                                                            ... the sound of the river





Painting by James McLaughlin Way

8 comments:

  1. Seems to me that you made the right corrections!

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    1. Oh, I hope so, Terry. From where I'm sitting it seems so ... thank you. :)

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  2. One of my favorites of your micro-poems, Teresa. Yes, fewer chances to make corrections at this stage of life, but that's never a problem if one is near a wooded path within an earshot of a river.

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    1. Thank you, George, for this beautiful comment.

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  3. The path, the river. Same sound accompanies both, I think. Your skill with this form starts meditation from metaphor.

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    1. Yes, that's an interesting thought ... the sound ...

      Thank you, your encouragement is deeply appreciated ... I'm so glad it makes room for the reader ...

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  4. I like your poems.you are so brief and apt.words spreads like water colour in a paper.

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    1. Thank you so much for visiting my blog and for this lovely comment .... it's deeply appreciated.

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