Petals float in tiny streams,
My thoughts in these moments stilled.
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John Cox
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (16)
You packed so much into just a handful of syllables, well done 😁
This poem captures so much beauty and a feeling of peace in so few words. Great work!
Oooo, this was stunningly beautiful! Loved these lines!
Beautiful visual. Nature stills our energy to renew it.
Sometimes seeing nature at work and in movement is a language all of its own...I think it communicates soul to soul with us in stillness like you said in your poem so eloquently.
Lovely! I agree with Christy, works well alone and as a continuation of the renga
Love the quiet contemplation here John:)
love it on its own and in the communal Renga! lovely phrasing!
Nice words , beauty in there
ooooh...well done sir. Well done on two stirring lines of poetic magic! Great continuation and addition to the other parts!
Beautiful! Thank you so much!
Gorgeous!
lovely!
A great continuation of Hannah's! Loving it!
Hannah started it.
Lovely :) Did someone else start this one? I was just reading up on the form.