tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288193972220594265.post7145715672765897006..comments2023-05-22T02:51:46.333-07:00Comments on Living Dreams One Song at a Time: Belief Blossoms in a Romantic HeartGanga Fondanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14889781103000857495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288193972220594265.post-61926869236537705362009-09-13T22:03:36.974-07:002009-09-13T22:03:36.974-07:00this is a beautiful post... you write it so well.....this is a beautiful post... you write it so well... this narrative of the delicate fall... makes me think of a poem by one of my favorite writers, Ted Hughes, called Chlorophyl:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She sent him a blade of grass, but no word.<br /><br />Inside it<br /><br />The witchy doll, soaked in Dior.<br /><br />Inside it<br /><br />The gravestone. Inside it<br /><br />A sample of her own ashes. Inside it<br /><br />Her only daughter's<br /><br />Otherwise non-existent smile.<br /><br />Inside it, the keys<br /><br />Of a sycamore.<br /><br />Inside those, falling<br /><br /><br />The keys<br /><br />Of a sycamore. Inside those,<br /><br /><br />Falling and turning in air the<br /><br /><br />Keys<br /><br />Of a sycamore.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.com