Monday, December 21, 2015

Lotus Comments

Rating: 4.5

A clear stream falls from hills to feed a lake.
It leaves its boulders and its polished stones
and runs to reedy depths, green, brown, opaque
to lie on mud, decaying plants and bones
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Roy Ballard
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Edmund Strolis 23 December 2015

From the clear stream to the damp and black and hairy roots, the seeds when dead heads shake and sway. Excellent writing, equal to the best that I have read. The imagery that it provokes is pure wonderment.

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Manonton Dalan 21 December 2015

coins make fish sick...nice poem though

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Roy Ballard

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