scribe Posted by Rene 10 Poet’s Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn my world, a stone thrown from the tip of my soul skimming mortal puddles 2014-Rene Advertisements Share this:ShareGoogleEmailFacebookLinkedInPrintRedditTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Ah yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming…. but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie. Reply
Yes! Your words pair perfectly with the image…but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well. Reply
Beautiful words combined with an amazing painting!
ahhhh this is so perfectly written-
Ah yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming…. but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.
WOW! So few words, such impact! Loved it.
Yes! Your words pair perfectly with the image…but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well.
And every stone makes ripples which spread in widening circles… 🙂
When the stone came to rest it was a mountain which eventually became a continent …cheers mate
Wonderful…
Beautifully written …'skimming mortal puddles' ..I like that.
Beautiful!