"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Saturday, June 19, 2010

atmospheric writer's island #8 change

You sit there wrapped up in furs

While I look at the sun

And wait for the showers

That cool the air

Change makes this happen

It spins round this world

Without end

And we say when will it end

As I sit here on the shore

Where air stings my eyes into yours

The heart knows no other way

12 comments:

  1. Like this and its suggestiveness and imagery.

    Elizabeth

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  2. Beautiful Pamela. There is room for interpretation in this piece. I can read it, feel it, and make it my own. Well done.

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  3. Beautifully written! I enjoyed it much! And who knows, maybe the symbol will mean something in the future (one can always hope).

    -Weasel

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  4. "Where air stings my eyes into yours" what a lovely phrase.

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  5. Beautiful poem, Pamela. Lots of meanings. I think about the changes in weather from one part of the world to another, the change in one part of the world,and the changes in one person's heart! (Can't imagine sitting in furs here at the moment. LOL)

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-change.html

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  6. Just lovely. Lots to think about here.

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  7. Great contrasts in this thought provoking post.

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  8. I do think change spins around this world and will never end. Change IS. I enjoyed your poem.

    http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-could.html

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  9. Great thoughts and imagery in this.

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  10. I love how unspecific this is. Who is contemplating what exactly? I'm not sure, but I can think of a few different routes this can go, and they are all worth pondering.

    - Dina

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  11. Thanks everyone for the nice comments
    Pamela

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  12. I love this poem Pamela, the atmosphere that you create with images is superb.

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