In Cold Spring Air

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by Reginald Gibbons

In cold
spring air the
white wisp-

visible
breath of
a blackbird
singing—

we don’t know
to un-
wrap these blind-
folds we
keep thinking
we are
seeing through

Comments

  1. I especially like the art print. It reminds me of a huge Marimekko textile I had stretched onto a frame that hung in my living room years ago. It's in the storage unit now...

    Judging from your label "Thank God it's Monday," I must assume that you worked over the weekend and this is your day of rest....

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  2. I suspect some are not even 'thinking' they are seeing the world thru blindfolds!

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  3. Reading your blog stimulates all six senses available - I do enjoy it very much, thank you.

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  4. Love it, love it, love it. And that blackbird image is so spectacular.

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  5. Wonderful image. Love the poem (time to go unwrap blindfold--ow!)

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  6. quite wonderful, thank you.

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  7. Beautiful! Yes, let's unwrap our blindfolds!

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  8. wow, where is that amazing piece of art from?

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  9. Fantastic. Wonderful poem. Perfect print. Happy reader. ~;^)

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