I

I am the brief moment
that eyes collect
in days of passing beauty.

I am the exhalation
that carries named in water
and its temporary shape.

I am the words you read
and nothing
can take that away from me.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-04-24 at 19:23

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Kathy Lockhart
oh I have read this over and over and meditated on it. This is a riddle to me. And, i really don't want to find the answer; I just want to read it again and let the ideas play through my mind. : ) kathy
2008-04-24