In the circle of
voices many layered
a void
of course
To the rattle of
dishes
clatter of steel
mind flattened
at the source.
***
I really do write most of my poetry on napkins while waiting for friends. If she had not arrived so soon, this would have been longer.
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Oh my friend
Always touching on a core
That is.
Your poetry
Smoothly deep
I love to read.
Sweet!
Thank you for your
short and pithy
lines.
A brilliant strategy to write on cocktail napkins, the moments when we are most inspired.
A beautiful write. More, please.
Oh, thanks, Kathryn. I posted a couple of napkin poems here.
http://wildsparrow-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/11/musings-while-waiting-for-friend.html
http://wildsparrow-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/born-to-write-in-candlelit-cafes.html
You can imagine me pulling more napkins out of the container, feverishly trying to finish. The plates always get in the way when they arrive.
i have done a lot of that... and they are still on the napkins lol! probably wise to transfer... i love how you write too: you have gotten easier, simple and smooth and ever so profound. xoxoxoxoxo
Oh, Laura, do you think so? I'm happy to hear that ... things always flow well in a diner.
absolutely.
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