From the First Trees...a poetry blog: Peripheral

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Peripheral

Whiteness of a mind...blankness of a page, thoughtless for a time...being one with...things. Standing on a line...staring at the sky...geodesic eye...measuring with rods...all that ever was...Geb. Shu. Nuit.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico

"brevity is the soul of wit", Shakespeare.

Photo Credit: Milky Way Over Devil's Tower, by David Lane

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UnknownJune 12, 2016 at 5:33 AM
Very relatable lines..very well expressed
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UnknownJune 12, 2016 at 5:33 AM
Very relatable lines..very well expressed
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