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Macro Photo taken with Nokia 928, Carl Zeiss lens, edited with Lumia Camera

 

Spoken Or Written

Poetry about the weather

Poems about love

Words about the heavens

Thoughts of stars above

Bliss in emotion

Dreams of a kiss

Writing of what is missing

Wandering amiss

Story of a life

Hurt by the other

Tales in denial

Anger for a lover

Visions to behold

Captivating the audience

Lottery of gold

Photos in a camera

A gift in a pen

Absence of heartfelt

Advice never taken

What did you get

Blogs in a web

Fly on a wall

Spoken in my head

Taking me to bed

All the words we read

Everything we write

Is all there is to learn

In the bloggers own insight


A Bugs Advice; If you find yourself flying in a blue dream, don’t fly into the light. ~ Wade Lancaster (poems of a moth)

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A Tree Becomes What Is Inside

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

[Cosmos, Part 11: The Persistence of Memory (1980)]

Carl Sagan, Cosmos