Sunday, April 25, 2010

Unbowed



the fields of grass sway

under rush of morning breeze

long blades bow deeper


we walk a narrow pathway

inhaling the victory







3 comments:

  1. I've said it before, but you're very good at tan renga, Atticus. :) I like the way the wind-sweep is made to lay the emotional groundwork for a more personal sense of triumph in the couplet; I have the impression of a couple arm in arm, quietly celebrating a life well lived.

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  2. Thanks James, I'll start reading here and on your Blog ~ commenting there as well.

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  3. You don't have to comment over there, Atticus, but you should know that that's where my new stuff will be. :)

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