"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Cursive.

I want to see
this pen
scrape at paper,
make little
flowing marks,
that resemble
a language.
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6 comments:

  1. Brother OllieOctober 4, 2010 at 10:10 AM

    Brevity is the soul of wit. Well done J.B. Enter a poem to Poets United, for their weekly prompt - Thursdays are best. You will get a tonne of feedback if you so desire.

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  2. Diane TOctober 5, 2010 at 6:22 AM

    The wish of every writer, well expressed.

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  3. Kerry O'ConnorOctober 5, 2010 at 7:43 AM

    This is a great image.

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  4. MaryOctober 5, 2010 at 8:02 AM

    Nicely expressed!!

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  5. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallOctober 5, 2010 at 5:27 PM

    I love reading this.
    how cute.

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 5, 2010 at 5:51 PM

    "....that resemble a language"..........so well said.

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