A reflection of love in miniscule Encapsulated in dewdrops Held by an artistic leaf The latent drops holding A billion cells of passion
All stifled by the inability To swim out of the water Thereby remaining captured Within their own wet desires Unable to drown the spurned love
In time the dew merges with the leaf That is unable to sustain itself And begins to die from too much water Now both wonder what brought them To such a fate that together they must perish
Death is the beginning of life. In order for the leav and the droplet to become one, they must each die to find rebirth as one. Great write and I love the Escher art.
Take care,
Sherry
A perfect blend of images, the billion ones in the droplet of the photo, and the billion ones bursting from the cells of your poem, dear Eileen. May you have a wonderful day!
Blessings of Love&Light*
Alexandra*
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Seems presumptuous to say, but, great job!
Be well and happy,
Kathy
so deep
I really like it........anita
Take care,
Sherry
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Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Blessings of Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Happy Thanksgiving AGAIN.lol!!
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)