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Some cat gives
A bone to the dog
Which is not a dog
But a firefly
Schroedinger and his cat
Are always in mind
When the text is talking
With only just a sound
Echo is my name
The time of a reflection
Glare of a glimpse
All along the mirror's edge
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But the questions are still on my mind Gilles, regardless of Schroedinger's cat and it's entanglements ;) Where is that place where the dead out of body reside constantly and the in body living visit periodically and how does one find their way there for a visit? You see, my interest in these things is not philosophical or spiritual, but quite pragmatic. Is it a place of thought or is it a place of feeling? I suppose the philosopher might say it's a place of thought, but tell me, what does the poet say? :)
Écrit par : Val | dimanche, 05 décembre 2010
WINTER FIRST
Poet can only tell
His journey to nowhereland
And point his finger
To the point of no return
Where stands alone
The rhizome of all charms
Painting ignorance on the walls
The breath of the dragon
Looks like a silver arrow
Showing a sparkle in the night
Among the purple frost and haze
Écrit par : gmc | dimanche, 05 décembre 2010
The poet is always an enigma Gilles. Well, no always. ;) Lovely poem with very intelligent references. As always, your work is superb.
Écrit par : Val | dimanche, 05 décembre 2010
psst, it's not work, it's poetry^^
Écrit par : gmc | dimanche, 05 décembre 2010
Psst! You're right. :) The 'work' is figuring out the elusive nature and inner workings of the poet's soul. ;)
Écrit par : Val | dimanche, 05 décembre 2010
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