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Wednesday, December 2, 2009


There's nothing left of me
that I recognize
Unless the breeze whispers
and the river flows

I no longer see
Unless the sky is pink and blue
and the Reflection blinds me

15 comments:

Devika said...

Beneath the blue skies
and a blatant sun
i stand on my shadow

I have won the battle against myself long before.....Accepting life as it comes is hard?

I wish you could see your way through Lorraine :)

love,
dev

Lorraine said...

That would make me perfect sweetie and above everybody I know and that I don't want :)
Love your poem though

Lorraine said...

Dev,How weird that it did not take my comment, if you had won the battle against yourself, you wouldn't be here...love the poem ;)

Devika said...

Its after winning the battle against myself I started blogging, my dear...Then if not here where should I be?? :)

dev

Devika said...

yes, but i should say Lorraine...i came to blogosphere without really knowing what it was! (My husband said it was fun out here..meeting some of the finest people across the world --

Truly i didn't explore it before I started on my own and had some good lessons....Not of myself, but of the world!

Now that I know both I plan to be here! :)(well its not a very recent now!)

dev
dev

Lorraine said...

Sorry sweetie, sometimes I just don't see what you're getting at lol it happens

Devika said...

well, look before you leap...i may not be the usual sweetie around!haha :)

dev

Brian Miller said...

beautiful...

The Dark Lord said...

Yeah, beautiful...
The whisper of breeze, the flow of river, and that blinding reflection.

Gillena Cox said...

seems you've merged into the infinite right here; truly a miraculous reporting

much love
gillena

Magyar said...

Often, I need to blinded by what I see, to see... what I see. _m

Seraphine said...

it's true. sometimes we get lost in the "every day" and it takes somebody to touch you oin the shoulder, or a sunset to "wake you up" again. which is another way of saying, sometimes we have to stop and smell the roses or the journey is wasted.
hugs for the reminder, lorraine.

Kristin Riggs said...

Stunning as always, Lorraine! :)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love when we get that color.....

Lorraine said...

Thanks very much Brian :)

I like that, thanks Tdl :)

What a lovely comment Gillena, merci beaucoup :)

Exactly _m :)

Nice thought Sera, you are a great Comic and Cosmic Philosopher:)

Thanks Pretty Kristin :)

I know, it looks warm, I hope you stay warm Andrew :)