| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/24/09 at 03:29 PM It is, the connection that might lead us to a kind of oneness. Finding an order in the chaos we live in. Beautiful minimal. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 07/24/09 at 03:40 PM Yes...and lately I seem to have lost my shovel! MFS |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/24/09 at 04:22 PM Good way of looking at it. Life is pain...and writing is just an extension of that philosophy. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/24/09 at 08:31 PM What we write is constantly modified by our reading, as if the aim of writing were to use what is already written as a launching pad for reading the writing to come. I write against a background of facets, some might redeem, most condem in one manner or another, both are honest. Thanks.
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| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/24/09 at 10:44 PM ...okay, stay still, i'm copying this down, i'm gonna use it later. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/25/09 at 04:23 PM I loved turning this grain over in my mind, so much so, that I went with a shovel of define to the mound of excavate where the facets of diamond heat and pressure and time cast their flickering light upon the gloss of pearl, the most value gained from the irritation of but a grain...
Thanks for sharing your Pathetic shovel! |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 07/27/09 at 09:46 PM yes. I'm stunned....by everything you've said in so few words...and how completely true they are.... |
