Holderlin is a hard act to follow. I’ll put something light up here today. Something like…
heron in sunshine
sky wishing to rain
grey marsh a kingdom
he surveys
i on my doorstep
counting the ways
everything matters
everything fades
the children are sleepy
with rain in the air
the house smells of pancakes
nobody’s there
sylph in a hickory tree
just out of reach
drops nuts on my head
and puts me to sleep
mine enemy grows older 
I like these lines, simple yet with so much impact. Simple things are sometimes the hardest to write!
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I like your hound dog picture! Thanks for the comment. Tell me about your name. Where are you writing from?
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I am writing from Singapore….
http://amloki.blogspot.com, and http://damyantiwrites.wordpress.com.
Dont mean to spam you, but this seems like the only way I can leave a link for you in case you want to see more about where I am from:)
Happy writing!
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Very nice. This poem raised a smile;
understanding it’s comic aspect, within the simple lines.
Well done.
Thanks for the link, Rick.
Best Wishes,
Will.
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damyantig, thanks for your email. I have been trying to get back to it all evening. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have some time. Best wishes, Rick
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Rick,
So nice to hear from you. My regards to the family.
Peace and Blessings
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I like “the house smells of pancakes”… nice contrast to the next line, unexpected.
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Darlin this sounds like a song. Seriously. Very beautiful and leaves me with a longing feeling.
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now if I just had a musical bone in my body. it’s in me soul though. I know it. I just know it. Longing is in the air tonight. Nameless longing… I think maybe it comes with being grown ups. Such as we are.
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