Photo ©Paul Militaru
“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,”—W.B. Yeats
I can see
What is there and not
Rock bottom
Tempestuous
The blue colour of the sea
Of hovering mind
In my eyes
Ample suggestion
Now and then
Here and there
The value never cherished
The unrestrained depths
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
For: A month with Yeats: Day Three, Shadorma November: 3 of 30, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #3
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Enjoyed reading your take on the quote. A completely different perspective from mine.
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thank you, Prana 🙂
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Very nicely done.
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thank you, Sarah 🙂
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What a clever idea! I especially like that first shadorma 🙂
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thank you, Jane 🙂
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🙂
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