Painting by Phylis Tarlow
I don’t want to shock,
My little silly words are
Just seeds of freedom.
Is it poetry? I don’t know,
I am a lonely gardener
Seeds
27 Thursday Mar 2014
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All poets are. We live WITH or through this kind of shock… Love, Ninella
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
ME TOO…IT OFTEN SEEMS!!!!
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Lovely, keep gardening 🙂
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Ethereal.Cheers.jalal
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Reblogged this on LA BOTTEGA DELL'ANIMA and commented:
Wonderful!!!!
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I greatly appreciate the ripening of you seeds in this bounteous harvest.
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yes, you are a poet and this is a poem. 🙂
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You are poet. Maybe a kind of philosophic gardener using poetic words. And i love you for that. 🙂
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Words are just like seeds,
According to where they land,
Something nice may grow.
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Your words are poetry, there are no doubt about that, little seeds of feelings spread in the cybernetic world.
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