I
opened a book, selecting
a place
at random, and began
to
read from mid-sentence,
to
see that it is only a fragment
of
time, text without context.
I
look to the sky.
I
look to the sky to explain
but
it remains a bright blue,
silent
except for a few clouds.
Even
the wind has stopped,
hiding
in the mountains,
hovering
above the sea.
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5 comments:
read steve's...
its similar in concept i think...
how one little word or phrase will take us places...still the oceans even...such is the power...smiles.
Love how the concept ot the random reading.. and connecting to the sky without clouds. Great.
That's the way I read poetry - a fragment catches my eye, my ear, my imagination. And then I try to connect to myself, the world and everything. Beautifully described.
Favorite line:
silent except for a few clouds.
It stopped me like a text without context.
I often do this--open a book to a random page and begin reading...usually it's meaningless, but sometimes there is a message there I know was meant just or me!
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