Where have my words gone?
They seem to have sunk into
The depth of silence…
The winds carry them away.
I am a baby without word.
Words
04 Monday Jul 2016
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I know this feeling. Maybe the new month will bring words.
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Albany before talking still communicates! 🙂
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Oops, a baby still communicates by their cries, smiles and yells. Hope you are well and happy, Esther! ❤
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Very beautiful.
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Occasional silence is a sign of maturity and greatness, albeit sometimes disconcerting. You have chosen short poetry as the primary vehicle of your creative vision, so you understand the power and beauty of accuracy in both the moment and the overall experience. There are many planned silences within poetry. Like with classical music, those silences are half the expression. In poetry philosophy, music, sculpture and science meet … in perfect harmony.
Thank you for your support, Esther! You truly understand the challenges of balancing art and the art of living. You are within my consciousness — even when I am creating offline.
bises
adam
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I thank you to exist. Bises
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Toi aussi, chère Esther !
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I can relate so much to this. Superb!
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Sans les mots, nous ne
sommes plus que sensations ;
nous tournons en rond.
Les perceptions orphelines
font notre fuite en avant.
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Dear Esther, thanks to our mutual friend Adam, I have discovered some of your poetry and art, and I find them excellent. I hear too that you write in several languages including French. Alors si tu veux, nous pouvons échanger nos oeuvres. Bien cordialement.
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