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it reminds me of someone
every spring,
veins slowly
crawl up my
back fence,
find rest at the
top,
then lazily drape
over the other side
in the summer's
yellow, garish
heat:
seeing nothing,
feeling nothing,
knowing nothing.
Mary Surratt
in
green.
Published 15th Sep 2020
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15th Sep 2020 3:03pm
Interesting comparison. I would like to be so unbothered, but no feelings or knowledge remove it from the table.
Great piece, bk.
Great piece, bk.
15th Sep 2020 3:40pm
When I composed this piece, I wondered what Mary Surratt would have thought of it?
Thank you for the kind words, Eerie.
hugs ,
buddhakitty.
Thank you for the kind words, Eerie.
hugs ,
buddhakitty.
16th Sep 2020 9:34pm
I had to look up Mary Surratt -- interesting -- and the poem now reads to me as neat and clever with intriguing depth.
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17th Sep 2020 6:01pm
I love how you say of Spring & Summer ..esp.Summer as Yellow Garish Heat.. how you weave your beautiful nothingness spells in such spacetimes... the last striking reference .. shows how restless frustrated minds need some solace.. sans the series of miscreant thoughttrains or designs taht this mindless world is crashing unto .. juzme BK.. you are a master Minilalist Existentialist Poet! Light Love Peace Ev :)
18th Sep 2020 3:00am
Your words honor me, uma. Much thanks
light and love to you always,
buddhakitty.
light and love to you always,
buddhakitty.
