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my hands
(old hands)
creasing
(and creased themselves)
creasing this bright paper
yesterday
a heron
today
a rose
creasing
the movement of a hand
the movement of my hands
their rhythm
as they move together
each knowing
where the other
is
and crease down
and fold out
and crease
and fold
and fold again
my hands
(old hands)
persuade the paper
yesterday
a heron
today
a rose
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Published 5th Nov 2012
| Edited 2nd Sep 2015
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5th Nov 2012 12:29pm
came to mind before i saw it in the thread. beautifully simple and serene. thumbs and a big toe up.
5th Nov 2012 12:36pm
Anonymous
5th Nov 2012 1:10pm
Such a lovely discription of a beautiful rose...
5th Nov 2012 3:15pm
and poems are word origami.
and bricks are building origami.
and strings are universe origami.
and ... :)
and bricks are building origami.
and strings are universe origami.
and ... :)
Anonymous
- Edited 28th Jan 2019 8:46am
6th Nov 2012 2:53am
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7th Nov 2012 3:15pm
