One Tongue Flapping

May 29

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ONE TONGUE FLAPPING

Mirror shattering
All images dissolving
Into a word soup

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 29, 2015, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.

    • Ben Naga | May 31, 2015 at 2:27 am

      We both recall this experience I believe, sister dear, and it is so nice to share it with you,once again even though just in recall and imagination. My thoughts and blessings are with you.

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  3. Betty Hayes Albright | May 31, 2015 at 3:32 am

    Seems I’ve been there….. I like that – “word soup”. Better than stewing, maybe…..

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  4. Betty Hayes Albright | May 31, 2015 at 8:22 pm

    😀

    Speaking of word soup – I’ve actually posted a new Mayberrie poem. An additive to the story, but not sure where yet.

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  5. Betty Hayes Albright | June 2, 2015 at 10:52 pm

    P.S. Hope all is going well!

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  6. the secret keeper | August 16, 2015 at 7:12 am

    The images of us all within a cracked mirror shattered and floating through space. Sound echoing out of order as we soared out into the universe trapped in our pieces of silver glass.

    Have we fallen down the rabbit hole yet?

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  7. the secret keeper | August 18, 2015 at 6:01 am

    *Should be the *wings* appeared. 🙄
    Did the winds appear?

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