Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Open Geometry




Galaxies spin and
Bloom in cinders,
Dust, astragals of
Time, space and us. 

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  1. That's a lovely poem!

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  2. ... absolutely and positively don't know what that means but absolutely and positively like it, friend Geo ... smiles ... Love, cat.

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    1. It just means were all dust from the same flower. Glad you like it!

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    1. A tremendous and elegant event, Delores. Glad you're part of it too1

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  4. Learned a new word - astragal - thanks, Geo! And, lovely poem and photo. There's a full moon here tonight!

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    1. Thank you, Jenny. The nights have been especially beautiful lately.

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  5. Ha! Great, clever picture. I love it.
    Also love the sound and flow of your words - especially: "dust" and "us."
    Happy Easter, dear friend.

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    1. Kind Robyn, thanks. Hope your weekend is going well too.

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  6. Ah.........what wonderful photo and your portrait of words speaking for it so brilliantly

    i find this universe so tiny ,sometimes i feel i am stuck in the glittering web of galaxies ,it makes my breath heavy ,i want to be out of it, to the unknown horizons

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