a thousand dreams
yet, this one —
ashes in the breeze
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December 8th, 2009 at 8:19 am
mist sifting down from a slate-grey sky
city dawn
December 8th, 2009 at 8:24 am
a powerful poem, immediately drawing each reader into their own experiences… multi~layered and moving. I see the ashes of one dear scattering, the ashes of a burned house, wafting… so many possibilities but also personal, the core experience of the poet is strong. “yet, this one” especially stops us, in memorial of that dream…
December 8th, 2009 at 10:20 am
bittersweet
we all go through it
December 8th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
When the light is low, we find the intense spot and thrive again.
December 8th, 2009 at 4:19 pm
mist sifting down from a slate-grey sky
city dawn
December 8th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
a powerful poem, immediately drawing each reader into their own experiences… multi~layered and moving. I see the ashes of one dear scattering, the ashes of a burned house, wafting… so many possibilities but also personal, the core experience of the poet is strong. “yet, this one” especially stops us, in memorial of that dream…
December 8th, 2009 at 6:20 pm
bittersweet
we all go through it
December 8th, 2009 at 10:04 pm
When the light is low, we find the intense spot and thrive again.