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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Thread / Winter

9th March 2016.

A little bit of writing :

Hold on to that thread,
Let it form from  those past bones
A day of purpose
Where every movement Has its reason,
The growing flower its timely season,
Where what has been
Has come to this,
And this is the softness of the 
Present of delight.
Hold on to that thread,
Though not too tightly
For each moment must inform the next,
Each thread must be broken,
Left behind 
To free the mind

That crisp morning:
The grass wearing a light cover as of icing sugar,
Icy pond still - reflecting 
The chill,
Of my nose.
And you with your story,
Made my bones shiver.
How to unthink,
From memory.
How to box in,
How to warm through ,
the blue.


Please feel free to comment with advice and critique.