Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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by Sally Cooper ~ examiner.com

A snap!
                                     prestidigitator’s fingers
                                     transported winter to east       
                                     the miracles of sparkled 
                                     whites at nights  
                                     juxtaposed with people at houses 
                                     now involved uncluttering 
                                     what’s not worked 
 
                                     revenues arrive 
                                     on time 
                                     to count and forget 
                                     the warm fall from the wall, 
                                     the urgent call to wake up 
                                     to ripe lives foliage… 
  
                                     though the moon insists 
                                     to get going 
                                     to fling with zest 
                                     to find, complete, 
                                     bring to harvest 
                                     your best 
                                     a project desires blessings 
 
                                     and even Death 
 
                                     not sitting anymore 
                                     in first row & laugh - 
                                     strong, riding the horse 
                                     with a flag of new 
                                     beginning, rebirth; 
 
                                     and falling castle 
                                     surprises us 
                                     with sudden changes 
                                     routine pristine 
                                     destroyed to let in 
                                     something novel, 
                                     ambitious… 
 
                                     the road is clear 
                                     just embark on 
                                     the path and meet 
                                     someone bright, 
                                     ask his name 
                                     and insights 
                                     on why...  

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20 comments:

  1. Pat HattJanuary 27, 2016 at 8:35 AM

    A little destruction can sure have a positive impact sometimes

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  2. Anthony DuceJanuary 28, 2016 at 5:37 PM

    Enjoyed

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  3. brudbergJanuary 31, 2016 at 12:29 PM

    I wonder if book keeping can go too far sometimes.

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    1. humbirdJanuary 31, 2016 at 12:37 PM

      sometimes can...if it about books...otherwise - it's headache, I think..

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  4. DonnaJanuary 31, 2016 at 12:30 PM

    Oh I read this many times and each time a new thought, a new image....fascinating work! Loved it.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  5. TruedessaJanuary 31, 2016 at 12:59 PM

    To me this is about a journey that changes and shifts until the road is cleared and answers are found..sometimes it takes a few bad turns to find the right path.

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    1. Magical Mystical TeacherFebruary 1, 2016 at 9:31 AM

      Would that it took only a few bad turns to find the right path!

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  6. ZQJanuary 31, 2016 at 1:58 PM

    Yup!
    ZQ

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  7. Gillena CoxJanuary 31, 2016 at 2:30 PM

    Interesting

    have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 31, 2016 at 2:54 PM

    This was an intriguing read, with its new route, its castles, the path and the ponderings......

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  9. MaryJanuary 31, 2016 at 4:01 PM

    On a clear road one can meet many interesting people & find out so many insights along the way! Nice thoughts here!

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  10. rallentandaJanuary 31, 2016 at 4:44 PM

    Forgive me for being somewhat cynical, but meeting someone bright might be more difficult than one imagines:)

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJanuary 31, 2016 at 5:31 PM

    Life itself in one poem! Beautifully done.

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  12. Old EggFebruary 1, 2016 at 12:09 AM

    I'd like to think that some accountant somewhere will count me too. Not sure I made a profit but hope so.

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  13. Jae RoseFebruary 1, 2016 at 7:48 AM

    Yes we must not be tricked into misdirection - although hard we must try and follow our paths..step by step xo

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  14. Sanaa RizviFebruary 1, 2016 at 9:22 AM

    This leads to several layers of interpretation each time I read :D
    Excellent write :D

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  15. Purba chakrabortyFebruary 3, 2016 at 1:49 PM

    Beautifully written. I liked the flow of the poem :)

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  16. Wendy BourkeFebruary 3, 2016 at 6:41 PM

    Thoughtful and nuanced - a wonderful bit of writing!

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  17. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2016 at 8:17 PM

    prestidigitator’s fingers transported winter to east

    what a great image!

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