Tuesday, June 23, 2009

the bodach rists -
tentie o the funtain
heavin an fawin




the old man rests -
watches the fountain
rising and falling

11 comments:

  1. thats very nice...may be the child in him is enjoying it! :)

    loved it, John :)


    wishes,
    devika

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  2. something I would like to do at this moment in time, having climbed up a hill in the heat. There's something calming about this, something that extends to the unending rhythms of life and I think I'll stop now before I get too pretentious.

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  3. The peace of this is lovely John.

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  4. Interesting point of view: the reflection is part of the watching, not of the water itself. Like it very much, especially the Gaelic one: "bodach" and "heavin" are wonderful words.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  5. I see that water spout... . Fine one John! _m

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  6. A lovely poem John.

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  7. this parallel a walk through Woodford Square in T&T; only thing missing is the pigeons preening and cooing

    much love
    gillena

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  8. I can identify. :-)

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  9. an activating idea, fitness training!

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  10. In the moment but timeless as well. Peaceful too.

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