7:06 pm...
The sky is cold, stuffed with the hard baggage of winter. A beautiful moment.
I roam the whole universe from here. - Han-shan
The sky is cold, stuffed with the hard baggage of winter. A beautiful moment.
Posted by sam of the ten thousand things @ 7:04 PM
We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos. - Jack Gilbert
4 comments:
indeed a beautiful moment.
thanks,
scott
www.poetry-is.blogspot.com
Good to hear from you Scott. Thanks for the read.
I don't know if you meant this as a poem or as a passing notation of the moment (and I'll let the difficulty of distinguishing between the two possibilities echo in the background) --- regardless, it is a crystalline prose poem. Almost perfect.
"hard baggage" is evocative. Suggests going away, an elegiac mood under the cold sky that eventually freezes all things.
Should you lose "A beautiful moment"?
The moment is already self-sufficiently beautiful. I know this is a pat, workshop-y sort of comment, but....
I hear you James. Thanks for the view.
Forest for trees... Just my mind at work, but I see it.
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