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
May 29th, 2015 at 2:48 pm
This is great, Bob. Wonderful juxtaposition of prose and haiku, in content and tone.
May 29th, 2015 at 3:10 pm
clear/ vague tern/mist
May 29th, 2015 at 3:32 pm
Simple is great.
Bravo Bob!
May 29th, 2015 at 6:54 pm
Very nicely done!
May 29th, 2015 at 10:44 pm
Excellent use of words…
May 30th, 2015 at 2:35 am
Lovely, gentle reflection on human thought
May 30th, 2015 at 4:52 am
Yes!
May 30th, 2015 at 7:38 am
Thanks to everyone for the kind comments.
May 30th, 2015 at 8:16 am
Really enjoyed this piece
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!
June 2nd, 2015 at 12:47 am
Really beautiful !