I lay here
cold and solitary
life passes by
I too inert to cry
*
Free once
to laugh and sing
formed of sinew and bone
I now a mindless stone
*
“Where do you go?”
I call as they pass
you eddy and whirr
I dream to momentarily stir
*
no use
I never can drift
with a meaningless sigh
once again I close my eyes
*
This poem is symbolic of my blogging state today. I am frozen and for some unknown reason can’t change a post I needed to reschedule. So I, like the stone, watch the words go by and I have little control.
penned in moon dust 
A state many of us bloggers can relate to. Beautifully written, nevertheless.
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An important state. Before entering a new space, an in order to enter it properly, one has to be still. It’s like the tides, we are like the tides… only the human mind creates stories around it as being blocked, because it’s conditioned to believe doing is the only right thing, because it’s the only thing we can’see’ and show. We give very little honor and acknowledgement to being. However, I trust its the very way of a creative mind to tap into the unseen, one has to become still and unseen too… so, I celebrate your state of being frozen, winter is always followed by spring that’s the natural way of things and we are nature too…
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Reblogged this on sueshan123blog.
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i like it too… your photos are great… I love how you can read into them
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hmmm thanks. I guess I have always gathered feeling from images
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I watch the masses passing by
Drones in fear of loosing light;
Rushing steps that cloud their sky
I gauge their panicked flight .
__Or senryu ?
to passers by
this is the stone of rest
ideas found
__Great combination, your photo and verse; thinking at the stone… can inspire different thoughts. _m
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Oh…some days just seem to be that way…we’re like that old saying “sitting like a bump on a log.” Enjoyed the poem.
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or sitting on a WP log. My paper never keeps me from writing
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson Second Line View of the News.
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Wonderful photo: at first glance I thought it was a boat!
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Reblogged this on IndiePoetic Revelations.
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Oh my… Just read this composition; im at work, but completely speechless, your writing always invokes so much emotion; has the ability to truly paint a masterpiece. Thank you for sharing.
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thanks Michael glad to see you on WordPress
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I love this poem and the photography.
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