A moving micropoem.
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Nice! Too quiet, though.
Posted by: Dave | December 09, 2009 at 09:55 PM
Agree. But, it's beautiful. You're first? If so (or not), congratulations & I look forward to more.
Posted by: Deb | December 10, 2009 at 08:22 AM
"the trampoline of the wind"--wonderful! Read this on a very dark, gray day yesterday and cold, cold with the snowflakes just beginning. I loved the peace and quiet of it. Reading Edwin Way Teale, the naturalist writer, with my morning tea. He wrote a daily journal of life on his farm. Why not a journal of poems for you?
Posted by: mary mccloskey | December 10, 2009 at 11:15 AM
Nice!
Posted by: Lucy | December 10, 2009 at 11:20 AM
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Posted by: dale | December 10, 2009 at 02:55 PM
What is the relation between voice and written word? Between written word and moving image? Between moving image and voice?
It seems to me that there is both concord and conflict in the spaces between these three ... but it is beautiful nonetheless.
Posted by: -s | December 11, 2009 at 10:20 AM
Lovely! But I couldn't hear your voice - it is you voice, isn't it?
Posted by: Natalie | December 12, 2009 at 03:23 PM
Beautiful, Beth. Glad to see you are so consistent with your blog. I've been away too long. I miss your prose and poetry.
Posted by: Jan | December 22, 2009 at 02:27 PM