Poised by the door
the gloves
that worn
and frayed
fit the shovel perfectly.
A match
made over time.
The sweat
pooling in the fingers
the shovel sliding
pushing
dragging
but the snow still falls.
There piled
there falling
always there
the gloves waiting
fingers clenching the
very air
as if holding
the shovel
knowing snow now was there.
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Have you ever looked to the sky to dream?
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Yes
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No
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Yep but not to dream. Most of the times to say thanks to that big space. Other times to pray to that nothingness.
We all look for different things.
Sky is often a pleasant interlocutor, at least in imaginative discussions.
look beyond the clouds and you will see me!
Every time I see everything, I always see you.
Have you ever read the poetry of William Butler Yeats?
Yes, I have, why?
The other thing I feel suited to him is that we have the same zodiac…
Your reply made me think of his poem the coming of wisdom with time.
Though leaves are many, the root is one
and with that, you have reminded me of my selfhood;
Now I may be wither into the truth.
I dream and ponder life often by looking up.
I wrote this poem when I was lost and 19 years old. I look back at it now and I cannot recall why I was lost.
I like to dream on the beach and watch the sunset. I really love the sea.
There is a magic only the water can share 🙂
I am a great fan of water. At the water I feel fantastic, calm …
I am also a great fan of water. I grew up in, around and on the water!
I love dreaming watching the sea. But I love the clouds because they are the artists of the sky and make it very beautiful and attractive.
I love watching the clouds. Just sitting on a grassy hill and watching the world go by!
I often stare at the sky and watch the game of clouds … they are sometimes very interesting
wow my friend, what a wonderful line “the game of clouds.” that is amazing so magical. Thank you!!!!