Slipping through silk threads of grace
Witness this rare and endless root.
It came from inside the deepest earth
With a claim – that for but one brief moment
Erotic pleasure and illumination will blossom.
Feed not then upon crass empty illusions,
Here is the heaven of which men speak.
April 6, 2016
I love what you did with this wordle! You crafted one beautiful poem out of it. 🙂
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Thanks Melinda … I’ve been a bit under a cloud over the past few weeks and haven’t been feeling very inspired … but today my muse is smiling on me, fingers crossed for the future.
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You’re welcome 🙂 I’m certain your muse was out gathering ideas for the harder letters 🙂
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Could be … 🙂
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Your muse takes over and brightens your day, pas vraie? Drop me a line sometime, mon amie. I am taking one day off a week for 6 months and I have less energy to write…ah but this too shall pass.
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Thanks … I hope to catch up on reading and writing and then write a personal e-mail or two. Hopefully very very soon.
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