Pieces of a Labyrinth
Photography: Edward S. Gault
Somebody comes by,
He sees stones, then builds something.
It stands for that day,
As we all walk by and see it.
Next day, somebody comes by....
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... and instead of enjoying what is built, they knock it down to the ground, and ....
"somebody comes by"
and builds it again. Such is the circles of life.
Wonderful!
I read this as an invitation to be somebody, come by, and build anew! Each of us is the change....
And I read it as pure joy...like a moveable feast. Building blocks of the universe!
Thanks for this lovely thing, and the prompt, Edward--and your consistent, excellent entries to OSI.
I loved how you ended this with "somebody comes by" and then left it hanging...very clever!
Love how this is kind of circular and open ended at the same time.
Thanks for a great prompt Edward and a wonderful choice for OSI's first birthday!
Hugs, G
Thank you Edward, for coming up with this very nice prompt for the OSI one year observance. I enjoyed it, now I will enjoy what people did with it.
I too like your open ended tanka. It invites all kinds of responses, mine will be nice and not destructive. The 'somebody' will sit on the stone fence, rest, and observe the other walkers. I.e. a people watcher.
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I pick up a stone and move it.
Thanks for the prompt..I guess nobody really knows what the next day holds...
Building, building on all that has gone before - lovely circle - and wonderful prompt. Thank you!
wonderful poem and insight. Love the image as well! I took this as Sandy Carlson did. Similar meaning to my poem today, not the one for circles.... the more recent.
nice to meet you.
I like the unfinished quality of this poem-- so circular. Thanks for the prompt, although it took me until Saturday to come up with a poem.
..indeed ,art is a creative circle..thanks for a lovely poem & the prompt..
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