Photo by Bill Anders
a journeycancelled impermanenceremainsSusan Diridoni
Photo by Xandert
The stink of roses
around the mail box holding
my divorce decree.
around the mail box holding
my divorce decree.
H. Edgar Hix
Art by Samuel Hubbard Scudder
dancing butterflies--
my journey forgotten
for a while
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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7 comments:
Diridoni's poem, such tendernesses in those silent pauses called white space on the page, in the shared journey after journey. Then come those stinky roses, decay. Fine editing, a pearl of great worth. Thank you, Don. ~ Donna
H. Edgar has a terrific attitude ...
a sense of humour
we've been happily divorced now
for 27 years
I predict another happily divorced couple
my x and I now best friends
nice set of pieces today
a smile AND a tear combined
.... the "stuff" of poetry/art !
& the plots here going forward
along several different paths...
simultaneously
and w/out judgement, anger or desire.... neat. Thanks
good stuff. Love that butterfly net pic.
Donna, glad you liked - fine poem by Susan, indeed. Don
w/out judgment, anger or desire ... there it is ...
Thanks, Ed, for the close look.
Love the Diridoni haiku, too
Breathless...
Yes, Conrad, the non-journey as journey. Thanks. Don
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