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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Eric AshfordTimeline (1949 - ) |
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The Journey
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You know you are ready to speak.
When the words are not there but only a space where the words are to be born, then the bud is a secret only the sky has knowledge of. Love is always hidden. Poetry comes but you do not see it until you are its appearance. Until then it is just a scratch in the sand and a whisper over your skin. Once a man went out with his dog and got so lost he had to ask the path to find his way home. So far nothing has been heard of him but his dog shows up every day for walks. Poems walk out of you and lead you around. Then they leave you to be the home from where the words came. You can do nothing about this travelling so you stay in the journey like a path. Breathe for a while and wait to hear what became of you.
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Ivan
M. Granger's original poetry, stories and commentaries are Copyright ©
2002 - 2008 by Ivan M. Granger.
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