through a mystery
what do you think of
when you fall, slowly through a mystery
looking through
the eyes
of me?
© r.e.l. 8/20/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/21-8/27/11 on Gooseberry Garden
what do you think of
when you fall, slowly through a mystery
looking through
the eyes
of me?
© r.e.l. 8/20/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/21-8/27/11 on Gooseberry Garden
This entry was posted on August 20, 2011 by robin. It was filed under contemplation, poetry and was tagged with eyes, innuendo, mystery, slowly.



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Short… and perfect. I like this very much!
August 21, 2011 at 6:35 pm
thx, a perfect mystery
August 21, 2011 at 6:37 pm
scared of course
lol
Mystery scares me, keeps me off kilter
I like the piece though, here’s mine: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/vanished/
August 21, 2011 at 7:04 pm
i love the mystery… it’s empowering to me
August 21, 2011 at 7:05 pm
love this short ,succinct yet inspiring thought …thank you
August 22, 2011 at 3:44 am
thanks… it is inspiring to me too to move into a mystery. and what better than through the eyes of someone else so that you have a friend
August 22, 2011 at 11:15 am
That’s one question one would like an answer to
August 23, 2011 at 1:47 am
life is a problem which never has an anwser…….
September 26, 2011 at 11:14 pm