A morning like this
asks for a slow wander,
whatever the street forgets
pockets open to ponder:
A bolt, a feather,
a bit of wire
bent by weather —
each one a quiet suggestion.
By midday the table
gathers its small findings,
and a shape begins to form,
unplanned, but allowed.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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This reminds me of a person I knew that would gather bits and pieces that they formed into artwork. It also is a metaphor for me of those things we gather along the day that becomes our psychological, metaphysical, formation of each day. Lovely Cryptic
Yes and yes! I was that person as a child and after that began gathering all sorts of influences and connections as the days roll by🙏🏻🕊️
Now you gather words
And white hair 😂
Treasures found in what a day brings. Tell me more, is there a deeper meaning behind the obvious.
Ah, that would be a worthwhile jaunt. We shall see where it takes us🙏🏻🕊️
good write enjoyed
Thanks, Norman. Most appreciated dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
well deserved, most welcome
🙏🏻🕊️
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