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| From December 30, 2011 |
Raise the fence
Let the sun rise
The wind blow
The seasons change
Time passes through
What you draw
What you make
What you are
Let the sun rise
The wind blow
The seasons change
You are the time
The wind blow
The seasons change
Time passes through
What you draw
What you make
What you are
Let the sun rise
The wind blow
The seasons change
You are the time
That passes,
The line that blurs,
You are the fence
That will
In time
Need mending.
Need mending.
Draw the line.
17 comments:
Lovely!! And who knows.. the fence might have a soul.. :)
Your picture and yor words is like meditation to me.. :)
This old fence is always in need of mending. I like this analogy.
Your verse is beautiful and moving. The photo is beautiful. Thank you.
Yes, this fence needs mending - a little more each day, as time passes.
Lovely poem Sandy.
You use the fence as a great analogy. Excellently done.
Literally now; in Nebraska we took our snow fences down come spring when they weren't needed. They required less repair for another season's use that way. :)
The Devil made me write that, Sandy. Sorry, ;)
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Soulful!
love the idea of mending and letting...subtle and beautiful words!
Deep reflections of ourselves and our journey. I think our fence need constant mending and changing ~
I loved this...photo and poem. Perfect for the New Year!
Hugs
SUeAnn
To me this speaks of not just soul, but also of time.;) Love the fence reflection in the sand that truly moves with time, just like a sun dial. And what better represents time, than sand.;)
xoxo
I really love this! The fence can be our soul, but the fence can also be our personal boundaries in life. This is one of my favorites so far today!
This is a beautiful poem. Truly we do all need to have some mending occasionally. Great comparison.
Ah, the soul needs the cycle of renewal, just as the seasons change and the fence needs mending.
What a nice image, Sandy, with the shadow and the blue sky.
Very fine poem too.
I have missed your beautiful words- which always, truly touch my heart and soul- this is no exception.
You are the time that passes the line that blurs.A heart-rendering
phrase. This poem captures all that the soul is and hopes to be.
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