I tell him an ocean
dreams inside this tiny spiral,
that beneath these spiny ridges
are the currents of unmeasured grace,
music and light unfolding,
returning through a single breath
to a language of harmony and praise.
"No, dad," he says. "That's not it.
It's only the wind and the waves."
Thoughtfully done. Through the eyes of children...
~E
Reviewed by lindy
Reviewed on February 26, 2003
It seemed small, simple, but you used such imagery in the few lines you gave. I love how you painted with the senses, you really chose just the right words to give the full picture. Thank you!
And the child of man is the awe of reasoning. How are you Kevin. I hope your father is better. I'm heading for New Orleans for a few months to te gallery there to train. I love learning.
Please let me hear from you.
Love and harmony,
Susan
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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~E
Please let me hear from you.
Love and harmony,
Susan