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< bright water >
a smooth surface of light reflected
bright
curves the water over the whole idea of me
and dissolves in a weightless turn
a smooth inside sweep
feeling the texture
realizing again
at every second
that it's you
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Written by
rayheinrich
(Death Plane for Teddy)
Published 25th Sep 2010
| Edited 26th Sep 2010
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Anonymous
27th Sep 2010 1:55am
Like free verse Dickinson, this poem is a puzzle for the heart and mind. I enjoyed it a great deal, especially reading it aloud to myself.
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re: Comment
Ahh
28th Sep 2010 5:01pm
very Zen. As a (core) Buddhist I can really appreciate this (maybe just for what I take from it). Very simple and well done.
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re: Ahh
One day as Manjusri stood outside the gate, the Buddha called to him, "Manjusri, Manjusri, why do you not enter?" Manjusri replied, "I do not see myself as outside. Why enter?
< weather buoy 46035 >
at 56.91 degrees north latitude
and 177.81 degrees west longitude
weather buoy 46035 has served faithfully for 17 years
reporting each hour to a weather satellite
(itself in a vacuum subject only to solar storms)
just what the cold waters of the Bering sea
(and the mirror sea of air above it) are up to
all 19 hours of summer days and winter nights
through gales and calms and passing whales
through the sea ice as it scrapes
the yellow paint from its sides
17 years to meditate
in the circle of horizon
in the heartbeat of waves
in the perfect point
where all else
falls away
- - -
< weather buoy 46035 >
at 56.91 degrees north latitude
and 177.81 degrees west longitude
weather buoy 46035 has served faithfully for 17 years
reporting each hour to a weather satellite
(itself in a vacuum subject only to solar storms)
just what the cold waters of the Bering sea
(and the mirror sea of air above it) are up to
all 19 hours of summer days and winter nights
through gales and calms and passing whales
through the sea ice as it scrapes
the yellow paint from its sides
17 years to meditate
in the circle of horizon
in the heartbeat of waves
in the perfect point
where all else
falls away
- - -
comment
29th Sep 2010 6:44pm
simple and a puzzle... i enjoyed this poem very much. nice work :) x
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re: comment
1st Oct 2010 8:51am
against the flow?
2nd Oct 2010 9:19pm
it didn't puzzle me at all to be honest, it just makes me dip my head sideways a few times feeling the sweeps of the water while basking in my sense of self. so well done, i really love it. [:
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re: against the flow?
4th Oct 2010 7:34am
puzzlement is in the eyes of the beholder and pretty much depends on the brand of sunglasses
...
4th Sep 2011 7:01pm
God damned beautiful.
I get an intimate feeling from this
A gentle, intimate moment
This may or may not have been the intention
but it seems open enough to let
the mind sweep through in
different directions.
A fitting depth.
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re: ...
thanks.
definitely seems intimate to me.
also, i said 'puzzle' earlier, but really,
it's not meant to be complicated,
just how i feel when i love someone.
definitely seems intimate to me.
also, i said 'puzzle' earlier, but really,
it's not meant to be complicated,
just how i feel when i love someone.
re: re: re: ...
6th Sep 2011 1:14am
first time in my life, or, maybe the second...
not sure, records were destroyed in a fire :)
not sure, records were destroyed in a fire :)
Re: < bright water >
21st Jul 2012 5:52am