29 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in Childhood, Family, Friendship, Love, Meditation, Muse
Where there is Poverty, Poetry and ... Death, there you will find Truth
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
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Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭
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Documenting the little truths that make every day worth being enthusiastic about.
I’ll admit that I don’t understand all I know about this one! But that’s not important. What IS important is that it makes me FEEL again…alive, vital, and young! And that’s a tall order for one short poem! 🙂
Ron
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Thank you! Those are very encouraging words.
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Love how those two self-contained stanzas work together. That second one, esp. has so much movement. There’s such richness, too, in placing the angel as the transient flier and subtle questioner…
I think I won’t try tanka after all. You got this. 🙂
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Thank you for this encouragement. These stanzas came pretty quickly — it always helps to have an inspiration, as rare as that is. 🙂
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