Script
What is this, a new desire?
To feel our fire and sing together?
Yet on this narrow stage
Everybody is of age and plays
Support or lead combine and blend
Who is each may never end
The curtain jumps as if a sun
Which one is ended, which begun?
I must confess I see the glow
of an entirely other show
The alley and the mountain climb
Wisdom is alive and quiet
Several languages speak this tongue
Many declare in the language of none
12-16-05
JM
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
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2 comments:
Oh, this reads very well, indeed. I like the rhythm especially of how you link the words to such a gentle spiral. Very nice. Thank you for being with us.
HEY READ YOU,REALLY NICE
D PARTICULAR SENTENCE ABT LANGUAGE...IS GRT..NICE
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