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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Poetry Friday: Whitewashed Woods



In the whitewashed woods,
knotted eyes watch my soul flit
through speckled sunlight.
 
 
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014
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3 comments:

  1. Susan Taylor BrownSeptember 12, 2014 at 2:54 PM

    Lovely images. In the forests, no one but the trees will know your name.

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  2. Mary LeeSeptember 13, 2014 at 5:58 AM

    Love "knotted eyes."

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  3. GatheringBooksSeptember 17, 2014 at 4:45 AM

    The photograph enhances the poetry even more - brings the imagery to life. :)

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