Snow Country
desolate the reach
of space a
curved line of
white empty as
the loneliness one
feels the tone
is different on
a day like
this she says
unaware that her
words fall like
snow in the
mountains soft quiet
in the roar
no one hears
* * *
Another piece from the eighties…this first appeared here in November 2015.
brilliant, my friend. as always.
warmest wishes and regards.
Peace and Equality and Love and Respect and Justice for All ✌ ✊ 👍
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You are kind as always, Afzal. Thank you.
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never kind my friend. just appreciate stellar writing. Peace my brother ✌👍✊
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This is quietly stunning
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Thanks very much, Derrick.
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Read this while listening to Tangerine Dream’s Yellowstone. Fit very nicely.
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I’ll have to give that a try. Thanks, Carl.
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Penned by a very youthful Robert O, though the blood coursing through his veins was already infused by poetic serum ❤
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And still, after all these years, I struggle. 🙂
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I disagree completely haha!
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I thoroughly enjoyed your poem Robert,
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Thank you, Ivor. Another oldie…
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This is beautiful. It could be totally unrelated to Kawabata, but it could very well be the unspoken thoughts of Komako in her solitude. Either way, it is elegant and pure.
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Kawabata was in mind, if only at the periphery.
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you, Holly.
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You are welcome
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