that which stands still
stifles many Glories
The sloping Sun
To Ocean's Verge,
has run
in fluent intercourse
with this island
in the shadows
A fairy pool
of non-material things
flowing gracefully
I never dreamed of such delicate motion
a Hymn to the Earth
. . . . . . . .
The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'fluent,' a good description of a two-week old dolphin in Broad Creek at Hilton Head Island.
Monday, May 9, 2011
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I wonder why seeing dolphins brings us such pleasure? It is such a surge of energy.
Yep! Lots of oohs and aahs! :)
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