eclipse Posted May 24, 2018 Share Posted May 24, 2018 reflections-leaves on the branches of the mind,clock hands catch glass leaves, seasons balance on each others shoulders. The wind is like a tattooists needle shaping clouds. The wind dances with it's stiff partner the rain. Words fall on the ears of those newly born. A needle trying to pass through it's own eye, to surmise who will catch the fruit from the tree when it is fully grown. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 25, 2018 Share Posted May 25, 2018 Hi Barry, This reflection was lovely. I especially liked "A needle trying to pass through it's own eye". ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry L shuff Posted May 26, 2018 Share Posted May 26, 2018 Your depictions are so perceptive and discerning. Yet retain Poetic creativity and vision. My favorite line ' to surmise who will catch the fruit from the tree when it is fully grown. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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