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| Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves |
limbs move with nimble grace.
in the train of thoughts;
no myth can exist in the prairie-
you see a vault
but for us it is a space that never ends.
your throat may choke with emotional rapture of our beauteous dance,
we may crave for a trick
that will takes us to halls of fame.
"in the spirals of life, these is no beginning, nor is there an end"
No myth can exist in the prairie...I love that...
ReplyDeleteThe spiral of life...no myth can exist in the prairie. Stunning phrases in your poetry.
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ReplyDeleteAn lovely write !
ReplyDeleteChock or choke?
ReplyDeleteswirl with the wind...keep on swirling
ReplyDeleteThat fourth line is stellar.
ReplyDeleteextremely charming poem
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Really nice, Gautami.
ReplyDeletePamela
Like the serpent eating its own tail...our tale goes on and on in circles. everything that ends, begins. everything that begins, ends.
ReplyDeletebeautiful lines! :)
ReplyDeleteI, too, especially love "no myth can exist in the prairie."
ReplyDeleteThis poem is unique & dances in a perfect cadence to the walk between the worlds of myth & reality,
ReplyDeletetrue poetic expression
Love it ,,,
joanny
Life is brutal and honest in the prairie so dreaming that this is not so is unwise and will shorten our prospects. Something like the jungle of the city too! Thought provoking words.
ReplyDeleteLove it =)
ReplyDeleteSwirling with the wind ... full of grace, lovely.
ReplyDeleteNice take on the photo!
ReplyDeleteNo myth can exist in the prairie...
ReplyDeleteIt is a tough place that has stolen many a dream. Nice!
A clever mixture of myth and wordle. Bravo.
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ReplyDeleteshe says "picture"
I say "painting"
MOMA = Museum of Modern Art
awesome. liked the tone if this one. it quite evocative
ReplyDeleteI especially like the line: "no myth can exist in the prairie" and the last line :) You have a strong and diverse voice. Would love it if you could visit my blog.
ReplyDeleteYour poem fits the image perfectly! Add my name to the list of those who love the line "No myth can exist on the prairie." Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThat line, "no myth can exist in the prairie" hit me especially in light of the recent tornadoes here in the Midwest. They level the playing field.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of swirling with the wind - gave me a feeling of spontaneous living.
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