Small biography:
I like dark coffee. And apples.
I will tell a very simple lie:
Last Tuesday, around 6pm, I drank a glass of water.
Small biography:
Though it is moving the river is absolutely still.
A stillness that is no different than time.
On Friday, it was chamomile tea at noon.
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a strange one, Bob : still but moving ; certainly a paradox there — but the chamomile tea ?
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Thanks John. I hesitated to put this one out. But felt it did work. The chamomile would be another simple lie, like the glass of water.
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ahhh got it 🙂
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Love, love how this was put together. It seems fragmented, but isn’t.
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Thank you! Very much appreciated.
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I like the variety of feelings your poems evoke….this one playful and enjoyable and apples….my favorite fruit.
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I eat an apple a day. Seems corny, but I love apples. Makes one look forward to autumn.
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Oh yeh, apples are easily my favorite fruit and like you say, Fall…probably my favorite season. yeh my favorite. it wasn’t always but now it is. maybe life cycles work in fours like seasons which if that were the case, i think i’m in the autumn phase or i hope so because that would give me another 35 years or so.
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Me too. I’ll take another 35 years.
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This is so intriguing. We are what we drink and the stories we tell. I love this
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Thank you!!!
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A very interesting poem and true. I guess the little truths and lies we tell paint a picture of who we are. Great poem!
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Thanks Diana!
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I love this poem. There is a genius to it, a depth that makes me want to read it again and again. Wonderful!
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That’s wonderful of you to say. Thanks!
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