Thursday, January 26, 2017

Rob Schackne #224 - "Winter"


Winter a small buddha
floating near the cracked window
listening to this poem


6 comments:

  1. so nice! I love this version of winter!

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  2. Very meditative and wonderfully succinct - love the fact that the window is flawed by being cracked - great touch :)

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    1. Thanks for listening, Kristen. Like these things sometimes do, it came in a flash :)

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  3. and winter's in the bowl as well
    all that's offered cold to touch
    the face that's fed appearing

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    1. this opium dream
      only two pipes in winter
      to dry my wet heart

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