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Ann's TAO photo.

Written at midnight thinking
of my TAO photograph:-

Rowing into The Understanding
some of us get to
the other side.

Stepping off the edge
will I sink
or swim

The moon smiles
the stars wink
was it me who blinked

The night shivered
the bushes grew
who knew.

Under the clouds
lies the City
how do you know

Beneath the water
fish swim free
the heron's eye.

The wood lies
the sea turns over
my stomach rumbles

The lake dreams, the mirror shines
reflections drowned deep
the sky

Head on pillow
heart in breast
song bird in tree

Good night.

Kiss me
kiss me again
dreamed flowers of spring

The sun set
the light rose
sea

The wind spiralled
how do you know
lone bird

Silent crow
what does he see
high on a tree top

Sunbeams point
rubbish blooms
what is it saying

Eyelids close
windows open
what do I see

The house creaks
the bat awakes
she drops her dress.

You son of a bitch
you titivate my jellyboscum
your proboskiss is curled

You are so handsome
I swoon
Willy in the moon

Annuccia

Style / type: 
Structured: Eastern
Last few words: 
The photo. has blocks of granite, cracked in rectangular forms sinking into the Lake Maridal, Maria Waters The TAO, pronounced DAO=THE WAY. When you think you have found it, it isn't.....
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I absolutely adore this stream-of-consciousness poem, Ann!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wunderbar.

One suggestion:

Silent crow
what does he see
high atop tree

Love you my sister and Nordic queen.

~A

I wrote it having to awake again and again
to add another bit,
and decided I had better stop and sleep
as the night was still continuing with out me,
but I just had to write it down,
I couldn't have remembered all that
just like that,
so it was worth sacrificing the time.

Lobe to you two dear people from me.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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That pleases me so much, Xena, if it helps make you feel good
that is worth it all.

There is no explanation, it is in some ways a question it makes
arise in the mind, and you, the reader have to answer it yourself.

If you wish to remain in its mystery, then that is good too.

My love and thanks to you dear Xena of the Glaswegian 'woods'

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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needs a couple of tweaks, but loved the stream of conciousness track.

You need another [ L ] on will
The house [ creaks]
proboscis

As always, your knight, ~ Sir Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Do you know, thank you for the corrections,
but the one was miss-spelt on purpose,
but I suppose maybe I shouldn't do that,
I liked the thought of the KISS being there
along with the proboscis,
but perhaps that's not allowed?
What do you think, my Sir Gee?

Luv Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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