11 Replies to “Ripples”

  2. judybarton – Still in love, complicated, almost stupid, interested to recognize herself. "Up to the age of eighteen years old everybody writes poems; after, only two categories of people may continue to do it: poets and idiots." (Benedetto Croce). Obviously I do not consider myself a poet.
    judybarton says:

    Very interesting! Liked

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  3. Ana Daksina – A poet is the strangest sort of soul You in this life may e'er expect to meet More broken even while more truly whole, Innocently intending well, more sweet Than any but a five year old should be Unfit to meet a callused world's demand Or to behave aught expediently — All grace in flight; an albatross on land Do not the all too common error make Do not fall into the too easy trap Avoid the fatal egoic mistake Imagining that poet be a sap Powerful spirits, classic and antique, Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak
    Timeless Classics -- Poetry by Ana Daksina says:

    Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms”

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  8. chelawriter – I thought retirement would give me more time to write, but as with may others, my experience of retirement so far is that it is far busier than my employment years. Two wild fires with evacuations and extensive damage to my home have not helped. Repairs are almost complete, and fingers crossed things will settle down so I can post more often.
    chelawriter says:

    Bunched close together illustrating how fast time flies by for us older folks

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  10. Or a slight magnification of a single moment. (Lots of thoughts evoked by looking. Good photograph!)

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