This small place
with its invisible wall
and nowhere
to stumble
on the smooth black streets.
How do I judge it?
The house on the hill
catches the first low light,
casts its shadow across the valley.
Leaves are silhouettes
on high thin twigs
where the unknown
touches the known
How light the air,
the earth, the sounds;
what could be more evident
than infiniteness in time,
this open time.
This Small and Open Place
11 Monday Nov 2013
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
That closing… the infiniteness.. truly lovely.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you Bjorn.
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claudia said:
Leaves are silhouettes
on high thin twigs
where the unknown
touches the known… i much like this image… it hints to the things that touch in their own fragile ways… a lightness and also magic..
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you Claudia…thank you very much.
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brian miller said:
the last stanza in particular really feels nice…i read this a few times and really struggled with how to comment beyond i appreciate it…the feel of it….
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thanks for taking the time with it Brian. I appreciate your appreciation.
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Ray Sharp said:
beautiful, this open time
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you Ray
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Morgan said:
OH this is so truly lovely…such a wonderful read.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you so much Morgan.
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ayala said:
A lovely write.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you for reading.
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scotthastiepoet said:
Hi Ronald, my first time here, I think… This is a very well crafted and delicately effective piece. I particularly loved:
“Leaves are silhouettes
on high thin twigs
where the unknown
touches the known…” which is terrific…
Now we have found each other, I will be back for more, for sure… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thanks. I am also happy to have to found your work and look forward to reading more from you.
Ron
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