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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 3, 2014 1:55:32 GMT -6
Inscrutable
Yin and Yang, light and dark, fear and innocence. A happy day for friends. A day of confusion, -of terrible ambivalence, for the bright star born this day.
So many wrongs, but the cosmology goes on like a mountain stream.
Happy Birthday, Sunny I think there is enough rhyme in here to merit it a rhyming poem, what do you think? It's called Inscrutable because 'he' is inscrutable to most people - but is my room mate and one of my dearest friends. It was his birthday today. His name in Chinese means mountain stream. He hates his birthday.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 3, 2014 22:37:55 GMT -6
Well, Deb, I'd call it free verse, but, since you are the Sweet Silver Bird, you may call it what you like. As I scrolled down to the picture, I thought this was about your cat. What a surprise when I saw your room mate! This is a sweet tribute to him. Did he enjoy it?
Brigid
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Post by hazelmsmith on Mar 4, 2014 9:43:46 GMT -6
Such a lovely tribute, and an equally beautiful picture. I hope He had a good day
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Post by eiken on Mar 4, 2014 13:02:51 GMT -6
Beautiful Deb, I am sure he was very pleased with this poem I hope you are keeping well, it has been such a long time since I have read your work and how nice to read it tonight!!!
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 13, 2014 15:44:48 GMT -6
Hi Hazel, and Eiken!!!! So nice to see you. Don't go running away now, because I intend to spend most 'wellish' days here! I'd love to see things pick up again. This is the first poem I've written in a year, or so I think! Well, it was for a good cause. Sunny liked it~!
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