Thrown stones at
glass ponds
Reflecting cracks or ripples,
though heard, no echo…
Painting By Józef Chełmoński, Pond in Radziejowice, (1898) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...
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Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...