winter burial--
the baby's cry drowns out
the eulogy
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"Art does not reflect the visible; rather, it makes visible" ~Paul Klee
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- midnight
- winter garden
- streams
- alone
- after Christmas
- Christmas day
- after the party
- piercing cold
- wind in the pines
- solstice
- park bench
- winter burial
- blizzard
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- perigee moon
- winter night
- last word
- snowstorm
- flurries
- frozen
- nativity
- merging
- advent
- sock-mates
- pearls
- bed of roses
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5 comments:
Nora, You know I always stop by and I always want to comment... sometimes I do not know what to say, so I remain silent... at other times there is nothing I can say, so I remain silent... and then there are times like this when your words simply leave me speachless...
wonderful
john
btw Curtis contacted me thanks for the mention I'd like to send a couple of my books as thank you could you send me a snail address (if you wish)
john
Marty -- Thank you in comment and silence. The Spanish have an expression for such a bereft-of-words feeling, "sin palabras," or without words. It is high praise.
John-- I'm so happy that you'll be featured on Curtis' site! Well-deserved. Though I didn't recommend you for anything other than your worthiness, I'd be honored to receive your books. I don't want to post my address here, but if you'll give me your e-mail address, I'll forward it.
Thanks again.
Life's placid paradox: One leaves, as one has arrived... to say good bye. Heartful, Nora.
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You gathered my meaning, Magyar. I like "placid paradox." Thank you.
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