Sunday, June 2, 2013

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By
Lisa A.Williams


The wise-
don’t build on sand.
but spirit does.
 At the mercy of whispers,
the wind utters
 her contempt
for stability-
she is a freedom
lover, enraptured by
the pull of lunar
and warm breezes.
Sister sun-
shines on the shadows
 of stone-
where secrets try to hide.

24 comments:

  1. Yes, the wind IS a freedom lover.....seems to laugh a bit at stability, don't you think? I enjoyed your perspective, Lisa.

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  2. smiles...the wind finds its way, much like water that flows over boulders and into places others thought secret...there is a tentative balance between stability and freedom, isnt there...

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  3. Spirits usually ignore the wise. It has always been so.

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  4. Beautiful, the wind goes where it wishes.

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  5. Your poem is like a gentle breeze.....caressing a reader with images!

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    1. What a lovely comment, thanks so much.

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  6. Lisa,

    I liked the notion of 'the sun shining on shadows of stone where secrets try to hide.'...Giving a clue, casting a light..
    I liked your play with words Lisa, rather like the freedom the winds can choose.

    Eileen

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  7. lovely words!
    i liked how the sun "shines on the shadows of stone", as if revealing secrets. :)

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  8. ...superbly conceived... and you sounded like a sage in here... smiles...

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    1. What a lovely compliment, thank you very much.

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  9. "....but spirit does"......beautiful writing, Lisa. I love this poem.

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  10. The description of sun and wind is wonderful!

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