Monday, August 25, 2008

daunce-ha dung doon -
throuch the grummel
youthie treen sweyin




demolished dance-hall -
through the rubble
young trees swaying

12 comments:

  1. Natural recovery.
    _m

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  2. Lovely blend of joy and melancholy.

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  3. eventually life prevails...

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  4. there's now a review of John's new book on my blog

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  5. lovely. :) nice image of life moving on.

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  6. Good one - amid destruction there is always new life if you are willing to look for it.

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  7. young couples danced in this hall, had joy...

    and now "young trees swaying"


    i like this poetic work very much

    best wishes,
    Angelika

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  8. Fabulous. I passed an old pub I used to haunt yesterday. Now a pile of rubble with budleia (however you spell that) growing everywhere. I went in and had another pint, regardless.

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  9. I hope you danced with those young trees

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