candle flickers
in breeze from opened door
she’s not alone
hungry men
sharing a handful of rice –
almost content
Linked to Carpe Diem
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May 16, 2014
candle flickers
in breeze from opened door
she’s not alone
hungry men
sharing a handful of rice –
almost content
Linked to Carpe Diem
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May 16, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
That second shows what the Lady had to do … sharing … well at the end she became aware of that … in an other version of this story the Lady in poverty finds her captain again and became a wealthy and caring Lady again …
Indeed.. that was the essence of the story…
Well she became aware of the needy …
Bjorn, Good poems on the human condition. —Susan
The photo goes so well with the story – heart-hand full of rice.
It is, I think true that one has to have a particular experience before they can truly understand the essence of ‘it’.
Cheers, ~Jules