Thursday, January 26, 2017

Rob Schackne #224 - "Winter"


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

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5 comments:

  1. Béatrice MACHETJanuary 26, 2017 at 3:58 AM

    so nice! I love this version of winter!

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  2. Kristen de KlineJanuary 26, 2017 at 11:43 PM

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

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    1. Rob SchackneJanuary 27, 2017 at 3:09 AM

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

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  3. Kit KelenJanuary 27, 2017 at 3:58 PM

    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. Rob SchackneJanuary 27, 2017 at 4:18 PM


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

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