Puzzle

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    Puzzle
    Like exquisite Sanskrit written in the snow
    But what the wind wrote I did not know

    Still there seemed to be an accusation
    That I was ignorant through hesitation

    Rather than being incapable of knowing
    What was written by the cold winds blowing

    The wind whispered words most impenetrable
    In a language that I found quite unintelligible

    And so I stood day in and day out
    Listening to the winds whispery shout

    Trying with my head cocked just right
    To find the key to what was within my sight

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    klassik commented on Puzzle

    08-22-2009

    very gentle piece very nice write! winter can come now so i can experience this poem again
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    soulwriter commented on Puzzle

    07-13-2009

    I am a mid west boy now living on the east coast, so the memories that poured forth while reading this is quite valuable - thank you for your vivid images. Write ON!
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    SEVEN commented on Puzzle

    07-07-2009

    I feel this piece......sometime life itself puzzles me...The blowin of the wind, whispering in the ears giving u knowledgeable words....good write....Kudo points for you.
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    laydbak1 commented on Puzzle

    06-26-2009

    Those snow etchings.... There was a gathering earlier... Blackbirds arguing over which way was south... It was a confusing moment... And, they left... Pointed straight Into... the same wind you your ears peered into... well done...
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    frog commented on Puzzle

    06-15-2009

    I like the mystery and the flow of the poem. I also enjoyed the imagery of the 'head cocked'-especially at the end where it really grabs the reader's interest. This imagery really summarizes the peice nicely.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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