to face knowing

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May 14 by The Running Son

 

 

to face knowing

 

 

how clearly is a face seen?
and how clearly do we really see?
and is it possible, we are sort of blind?
perhaps not, but through the sands of time
you may not see as much with your eyes,
as with your fingers reaching, blindly by
and out to seª where i am, accidentally
brushing by me

and sifting through sand.      *               *                *

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by jim aldrich  *                   *

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11 thoughts on “to face knowing

  1. Eva PoeteX says:

    And say an hour glass had
    eyes
    What would she say?
    Her descending sands
    say it all
    But what if her sands
    would ascend–
    not fall?

    (continue it…)

    • “if her sands would ascend, not fall”

      Flowers, colors all–
      would grow from sand.

      And Woman, whose hands
      cup

      earths slow curve,
      would draw and mend,

      tending up through time,
      then across sands

      leaving a face glistening
      for an hour

      and gently washed away.
      Good-spine men

      then look up
      and pray.

      Jim
      tag…

      • Eva PoeteX says:

        She’d spray a time-
        less
        ness
        into the strato-
        sphere
        and engulf
        the entirety
        of earthly
        atmo-
        sphere.
        in that Present
        many of us never
        open
        Some of us we’ll
        cut off the ticking-
        tocking-talking
        hands and embrace
        the clock’s roundness
        everlasting

        χ

        • “an angle, a-round”

          Everlasting man
          and women. And child,
          the filial, only If left wildly assessing
          the triangle as verb:

          curves, motion, family–
          a notion
          that sends mild and spherical
          hearts flying,

          astral-wide, and spiral gliding.
          And you, on a mission!
          spraying angel’s dust,
          but the kind

          that clocks tell;
          Timing midnight sands
          to coincide with moons
          and moon-ward hands.

          Ϙ

          j

          • Eva PoeteX says:

            I think this would be a good place to stop! This piece is awesome! Nice collaborating with you. There will definitely be more to come. Mind if I post this to my blog? I’ll link to your blog of course. ^_^

  2. Excellent, ya out-did me (smile)

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