Big Tent Poetry, gong poetry, Poetry

day 7. merge

big tent poetry, 7 day gong poetry. new to you. day 7. today, i pick encounter by czeslaw milosz.. the first line is from his poem

The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles

foreign in familiarity, soothing in style, a tinge of excitement trespass

relic shadows embody their will, a noetic wind blows, the backwards breeze bellows

perceptible walk away, hidden in the hills, the rising moon scratches the sealed sky,

bright their breathless appearance, glittering stars above, ignite the quiet stutterings

rising from below


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