In the Beginning

Every word fell to the ground under the weight of meaning. We held each one up to the light. Those words that made sense were like truths to us. The others, in time, were more valuable because they could mean anything we needed them to mean.

winter solstice terns churning the mist

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Issue 15.1 | 29 May 2015

11 Responses

  1. Lynne Says:
    May 29th, 2015 at 2:48 pm

    This is great, Bob. Wonderful juxtaposition of prose and haiku, in content and tone.

  2. Judy Hishikawa Says:
    May 29th, 2015 at 3:10 pm

    clear/ vague tern/mist

  3. David H.Rosen Says:
    May 29th, 2015 at 3:32 pm

    Simple is great.

    Bravo Bob!

  4. Michael Lee Johnson Says:
    May 29th, 2015 at 6:54 pm

    Very nicely done!

  5. sandra martyres Says:
    May 29th, 2015 at 10:44 pm

    Excellent use of words…

  6. Marietta Says:
    May 30th, 2015 at 2:35 am

    Lovely, gentle reflection on human thought

  7. Marilyn Hazelton Says:
    May 30th, 2015 at 4:52 am

    Yes!

  8. Bob Lucky Says:
    May 30th, 2015 at 7:38 am

    Thanks to everyone for the kind comments.

  9. pdfrench Says:
    May 30th, 2015 at 8:16 am

    Really enjoyed this piece

  10. kalaramesh Says:
    May 30th, 2015 at 11:33 pm

    Love this one, Bob.
    Just there, no words in a fancy garb.
    Very difficult to write like this. . . it's much easier to hide behind the grandeur of a language.
    Wow!

  11. Bouwe Brouwer Says:
    June 2nd, 2015 at 12:47 am

    Really beautiful !

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