September evening
Ephemera
Pale ghost on silver water:
A swan glides past the rocks
And out to sea, its wake
A fading memory.
posted by Anne D at
8:44 PM
Monday, September 27, 2010
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2 Comments:
Beautiful pic and poem.
I like the metaphor of pale ghost. I wonder if maybe it would match well in the first line with something other than saying water straight out - like maybe,"Pale ghost on silver plain."
By
rabbi neil fleischmann, at Sun Oct 03, 10:08:00 PM EDT
correction - plane.
thoughts?
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rabbi neil fleischmann, at Wed Oct 13, 08:04:00 PM EDT
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