tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765720094859722055.post880668805257905199..comments2024-03-17T20:11:21.445-05:00Comments on DWx: Contemplatio MortisDWxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12398265012182104454noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765720094859722055.post-82282499478281124702010-12-21T09:51:00.489-05:002010-12-21T09:51:00.489-05:00whereas time's slip as if a notch or rachet al...whereas time's slip as if a notch or rachet along the slow turned teeth that shape memory like the the spinning wet clay each day<br />unfurls for us, what can be held in each of our moments, our smiles, our leans against the thinnest of skies, waits for the wind to pick something up so that we might see each of time's movements spied along the meniscus where our lips kiss inside each of our gears in the tides...<br /><br /><br /> EJR<br /><br /><br />thanks again Dan, a nice Rumi-esqueEdwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999874043900192348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765720094859722055.post-64841301442318407442010-12-21T09:44:35.076-05:002010-12-21T09:44:35.076-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Edwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999874043900192348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765720094859722055.post-53884344435989274022010-12-20T14:18:05.410-05:002010-12-20T14:18:05.410-05:00Simple and beautiful. Such wonderful words.Simple and beautiful. Such wonderful words.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09728459171870830507noreply@blogger.com