Could it melt in your over-ardent grasp...the creation of the idol by the worshiper - you capture the illusion so subtly. Fantastic!

saweetly stated, alec

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post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell

I totally agree with Blueskye27.

I read this in the morning. It's now 6pm, and after it teetering into my thoughts again, I thought it best to tell you that I enjoyed it, it was thought inducing, and its certainly fave worthy

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Dum spiro spero.

Often I find that certain words evoke stock images. Whenever the words craft or image appear in a poem of mine, there is a level of the piece that is about making poetry.

There is a sense in which for me the poet is the ultimate craftsman. That is not to exclude other layers of meaning, and certainly not to suggest that my reading takes priority.

The completed poem is a kite borne aloft on the breezes of comprehension. Let it be blown where it will!!

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep

Thank you very much, Chris.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep

And you featured it in your Journal. Thank you so much.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep

A lovely analogy...a kite in the breeze. I wish I could go, too...

Aimi: Lots of poetry from the past right now, huh? : D
Unlike with poetry, if I look at something I drew years ago, I'm usually utterly disgusted. XD
Anyway, uh, aw, man, it's too late to make any sense of this pitiful comment. U_U
Well, I might as well add in some praise then, you rock! 8D

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"I am never thrown out, and I don't leave quietly, I storm out! In a huff! And then I get revenge!"

-Serena

Perhaps because you're learning so fast at the moment?

Thanks. I have occasionally tried to roll as well.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep