Torii
every entrance
glazed with one more open gate—
we step between worlds,
koi spun under their mirrors,
red and silver reflections
Labels: Japanese gardens, photography, poem, tanka
posted by Art Durkee at 11:48 PM
Sunday, May 18, 2008
every entrance
glazed with one more open gate—
we step between worlds,
koi spun under their mirrors,
red and silver reflections
About Me
- Name: Art Durkee
- Location: Nomadic, Western and Midwestern, United States
A wandering musician, artist, and writer, traveling across the face of the earth and sharing what is encountered. Has won awards for music composition, visual art, and creative writing.
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2 Comments:
I like this but I keep tripping over 'spun' - I want to read 'spin' so badly.
Thanks.
Well, I used "spun" for a specific reason, as in a web that is spun and thrown into the wind. My typical sideways allusions, I suppose.
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