“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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He sleeps pale
He sleeps pale
translucent,
wakes to talk of dying.
When I tickle him,
blood returns
with his laughter.
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dverse OpenLink Night #28
Your observations always send a little shiver of recognition through me, Rosemary. I'm glad there is still laughter between you.
ReplyDeleteAlways, Barb. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like my Chihuahua, who strikes the dead dog pose when he sleeps! You have caught a moment that intrigues with its gnomic facticity. I like it this way.
ReplyDeleteIt's like a riddle, charming in its simplicity.
ReplyDeletesmiles...nice...i am glad that life is found in play and laughter...
ReplyDeleteThe stark contrast between the two stanzas is a perfect iteration of how life can rouse from absence.
ReplyDeleteDuality within and without, and great use of contrast.
ReplyDeleteIt's as though you were here. I'm living the paradox these days. Exquisite observation and execution.
ReplyDeleteIt's really amazing when we think of it, Rosemary! Just a little encouragement or persuasion is all. It can do wonders to a depressed soul! Excellent thinking!
ReplyDeleteHank