Sunday, November 15, 2009

"The River Is Deep"

A L O H A
Welcome to a Lazy Sunday in Honolulu
F R I E N D !



click on photos, Frodo
He says that the river is deep,
never writes his poetry down.






But he carried moldy canvas
stuffed with type-written pages
across decades - and continents.







And so it has been,
deep that is.



And should it flow
another continent or two,



or just a handful of tomorrows,
the river has been deep,
sweet & daily,
with sparkles of eternity.





Our river is deep
indeed.

Thanks for visiting!




ALOHA, cloudia

20 comments:

  1. I thought you had Fall, dried leaves on the ground, but that didn't make sense....they're fallen flowers! DrumMajor

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  2. Rivers of poetry need not be, nor can be written down. It is simply the nature of water.

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  3. But it must keep on flowing...beautiful poetry !!

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  4. The stream of a river is like our life.
    "- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further... And one fine morning-
    So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"
    F.S.Fitzgerald

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  5. I liked the flowers on the ground! And I love the poetic river that can't be written down.

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  6. As I always say, "Don't push the river, it'll flow by itself"! Lovely poem. Happy Sunday, cher!

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  7. Very beautiful and meaningful, Cloudia!

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  8. The deepest rivers are the most fun to swim in.

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  9. poetry is the spring of life, a never ending river, deep and slow, fast and light, but always life-enhancing.

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  10. Lovely poem.

    Lovely photos too. I have spent some time in Hawaii, and when I look at your photos, I feel as if I am there again. :-)

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  11. Great poetry! Aloha, Cloudia, and happy Sunday!

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  12. So nice to see the sun and the water and the view from over there! Thank you, friend, for sharing it!

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  13. Once there were two Königskinder deeply in love with eachother, apart because of a river nearly as deep. She lived there, he here and couldn't swim - dived into the floads anyway, like poetry i feel as love is worth dying for - many times.
    A wonderful week for you - great entry of yours !

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  14. Aw g'wan. Poets are all a pack of hysterical nutjobs. Everyone knows that! ;-)

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  15. Lovely words, images, and ideas (and nice photos, too), water crosser...

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  16. You are each as lovely birds that settle here for a brilliant moment
    delighting me with your liquid voices! Thanks much-

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