In another life, he could be one of those beautiful moths with markings on its wings that look like faces. In this life, he’s content to be a constellation. Or so it seems between stars, where silence scours the universe and nothing is its own reward, where night is a ribbon in his loved one’s hair.
In Another Life
April 21, 2010
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April 21, 2010
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Update:
In the Forum: the astonishing hat auction.
12 comments:
I don't know how you do it,
but I'm glad you do...
Hei's Fool of Wisdom...
All he needs are a pair of wings. One on each side of his eyes, where in his other life as a moth, his spots formed a face...
So happy to see your drawing and this wonerful metaphor of words William, as always~~~
Love those words and the final phrase. Bravo!
Transcend, thanks. I appreciate the fact that you left why out of the equation.
Rudhi, ha! And this fool asks, is Hei the opposite of Low?
Thanks, Janice. Do you know, I was actually thinking about adding those wings, when the drawing spoke up and said, “Don’t you dare. You don’t even know how to draw wings.”
Gerry, thanks! I’d take a bow, but I probably wouldn’t be able to straighten up until later this afternoon.
Hoho, William! You mean high or in a good balance of 'mind-wings'?
...where night is a ribbon in his loved one’s hair...
beautiful.
Rudhi, I don’t know what I mean, but I mean well!
Thank you, Gigi. And it’s nice to see you here.
"In this life, he’s content to be a constellation. Or so it seems between stars, where silence scours the universe and nothing is its own reward, where night is a ribbon in his loved one’s hair."
Pure brilliance. I had to copy and print.
What I find so comforting is the themes and ribbons of thoughts that run between you, me, others. Sometimes it is as if all blogdom speaks gaps, or ghosts, or lovers. Today it is silence. It is a conversation.
Wine and Words, what a beautiful response. Thank you. I know just what you mean.
Yes, that last line. Poetry is still among us. Thank you yet again, William.
Katie, thanks. With lovely people like you around, poetry is sure to thrive.
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