“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Saturday, January 21, 2012

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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9 comments:

  1. Your observations always send a little shiver of recognition through me, Rosemary. I'm glad there is still laughter between you.

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  2. Sounds 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.

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  3. It's like a riddle, charming in its simplicity.

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  4. smiles...nice...i am glad that life is found in play and laughter...

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  5. The stark contrast between the two stanzas is a perfect iteration of how life can rouse from absence.

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  6. Duality within and without, and great use of contrast.

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  7. It's as though you were here. I'm living the paradox these days. Exquisite observation and execution.

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  8. It'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!

    Hank

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