skies and seas;
are we
clouds in trousers really?
our change of form constantly kept out of sight
is slight like skies'
moving immobility in time and
changeable stability through time;
are we trees through seasons?
there has never been a 'we'
just like there has never been an 'i'
it is about the air inhaled the air exhaled
what greeks have called 'ψυχή'
εμψυχωμένα δέντρα σύννεφα μορφές ανακινήσεως του αέρα
και αναδεύσεως του νερού
βόρβοροι στατικοί σε πηγάδια
σταμνιά σπασμένα κεντριά θανατερά
και πηγές μορφωμένες σε υπέργεια δάση
ps. for anyone interested, i send a link to a poem that's been missed: here.
(perhaps here, here, too)
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hello dear!
first, thank you for the links! i have to come back when i have more time to concentrate.
your skies!
i don´t know about you, but for me it´s the comfort and escape. as you know i love winter and snow and i do appreciate summer too, but when i get tired- it seems to me, that everything is too much, flowers, green colour,things happening all the time - i need to escape. just turn my head and look at the sky. blue sky and the clouds.
so right, it is about the air inhaled the air exhaled!
simple as that.
thank you for offering an escape for me!
ps. would love to hear the waves!
hugs!
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