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A poet considers the intersections of language and numbers, connections between disparate entities – the currents stirring within the Phoenician iteration of our letter M and the Japanese character for water, mizu, or the intertwined strands of solar wind and shadows, black-chinned hummingbirds and  coastal death rituals – all, of course, while contemplating good food and that most magnificent of elixirs, beer, which may have been the very foundation of civilization. Or not.

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  1. i like your zen-like self-introduction. you have the eye for detail and sense of synesthesia of someone who must write haiku well (in my experience, they may look easy to write, but it’s an exceptionally–and deceptively–difficult form). thanks for liking my blog piece.

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  2. Thank you for dropping in, Robert. I’ll never forget reciting my very first poem out loud in elementary school, it was delivered with such feeling that the teacher was almost speechless and it was one of those important moments in life when we recognise a talent and feel great about ourselves. Thank you for awakening that memory.

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  3. Hi Robert. Poetry is just the most elegant use of language.
    My favourite piece of poetry is

    ‘anyone lived in a pretty how town’. e.e.cummings

    And I don’t like to leave out Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan.

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  4. Thank you for visiting my blog! I love the mind of a poet – you can capture in ten words what it takes me, a prose writer, ten pages to convey.

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  5. Robert, thanks for stopping my my site and giving a nod to The Door . . . I’ve scanned through some of your writing and am attracted to the detached intimacy I sense in your words . . . I hope you’ll stop by again soon; and I certainly will be tracking your blog . . .
    Blessings . . .
    Peter [edoko]

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  6. Thank you for the (to me) surprising “follow.” I hadn’t seen you visiting my blog before. It won’t be very poetic, but I suppose you’ve already discovered that, and do hope you enjoy what you find. I look forward to exploring yours.

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  7. Hi, Robert! I have been on your blog three times now since your recent visits to mine. I am only just now getting around to letting you know I am enjoying your thought provoking writing.

    Thank you for visiting and liking my blog. I am looking forward to reading more of your posts.

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  8. Your introduction has an almost synesthetic vibe to it – so much sensory detail but it’s not overwhelming. I wish I could develop the same skill in my writing as I go along.

    Thanks for dropping by my blog and liking one of my posts, by the way!

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  9. Robert,
    Thank you for “Liking” the post “Angel In The Sand”. Streets Of Our World. on my photography blog http://throughharoldslens.com/2014/02/18/angel-in-the-sand-streets-of-our-world/

    On behalf of the Through Harold’s Lens Creative Team, my trusty sidekick Mr. SLR Nikon, his brother Mr. Pen Pal and myself, we truly appreciate your enjoyment.

    We hope you continue to join us on our journeys.  

    Best Regards,
    Harold

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  10. Robert,
    I see you clicking the “like” button again and again on my haiku and felt it was high time I said, “Thank you.” I’ve just been reading your poetry before writing this comment and am so honored that a poet of your talent and reputation would enjoy my work. 🙂

    Thanks a ton, Robert!

    Ron — http://randalane.wordpress.com

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  11. Hi Robert, thanks for viewing my new blog. I will follow yours as well.
    When thinking of serious matters of the mind (like in the shower),
    The thought comes to me – “A sense of humor is a terrible thing to waste.”

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  12. Hi thanks for the follow Robert. I read your Valentines sonnet; albeit a draft and enjoyed the language. Do you find sonnet writing difficult to accomplish or do you find it more liberating?

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  13. Thank you for the follow. I’ve only written a very few haiku with whicj i have been pleased. When i was six, i was zigzagging through a book of japanese prints. The book belonged to a rather eccentric neighbor who did not like children but for some reason, he liked me. He told me about Japan and their poetry and read a few by Basho and Issa. I liked them. When I crossed through the hedge separating our yards, it began to rain. I went to my room and wrote my first haiku. My mother was impressed and framed it and the illustration i did. It is one of the few haiku i am satisfied with. I wish i could go back and crawl into my child’s mind.

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  14. Don’t laugh at this, (Smile). For as long as I can remember, I have wished that I could be an Elk just so I could eat pine cones. Thanks for the look up. Will follow you.

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