Tuesday

STATES OF MATTER

Everything is like everything else
      yet we make distinctions.
Grief and joy each have their voice
      without words
      the face of each is known.

Water rolls downward
      tears, rivers, glaciers.
It rises only as a mist
      by heat or cold
      too rare to see.



J

2 Comments:

At 12:33 AM, Blogger Jack H said...

This was written as a direct response to Brautigans poem, sent to me by Paul, in the comments of "He Seems to be Granite." Just for the context.


J

 
At 11:24 PM, Blogger poruschorus said...

When words like this are written its makes me wonder if the world sees how obviously simple it all is. peace and love.

 

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