Tuesday, April 13, 2010

aneath'r,
twa eggs:
swans fir anither makar




beneath her,
two eggs:
swans for another poet
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6 comments:

  1. Magyar4:26 AM

    The swans and the poet... yet to be born. _m

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  2. Frank...5:37 AM

    I like this post a lot...

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  3. Bill8:05 AM

    I love "makar" as a word for poet. Fortunately, I don't have to lament for you, John.

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  4. Ashi10:43 PM

    love this one John

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  5. Gillena Cox3:17 AM

    Oh Yes some one else will be along to drink in too, their beauty; thanks for sharing with us

    much love
    gillena

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  6. Paul Smith11:15 AM

    Great poem John.

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