Thursday, May 23, 2013

Rebus Comments

Rating: 4.4

You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief,
the black clay of stubbornness going on after.
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness,
clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dust.
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Jane Hirshfield
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Jayatissa K. Liyanage 27 August 2016

A real life puzzle! Very inspiring and thought provoking poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.X

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Amar Agarwala 27 August 2016

Thank you for sharing a soul searching poem.

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Susan Williams 27 August 2016

Another extraordinary poem shared with us today! Those first two verses are especially extraordinary! I have read them over and over, savoring the way she uses words. 10

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Ratnakar Mandlik 27 August 2016

A beautiful thought provoking song of life that is meaningful too. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Kayode Are 27 August 2016

Enchanting - the clay forms choices yet it informs of the 'smells of bottoms'.

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Rahman Henry 27 August 2016

`How can I enter this question the clay has asked? '..... wonderful poem in deed.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 August 2016

Made out of clay to face the world! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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