Wednesday, April 3, 2013


when connected
a story forms..
in the connecting
a certain glimpse
a spark divine..
illusive it is and
without notice the
 dots grow dark
becoming shells..
we are wrapped
once more..
we hunger then
for new connecting
 another glimpse..
with discoveries of
new dots and stories
hopefully we know
the life of a dot
is sweet and short..
but the connecting
is always sweet...

responding to Mae's
poem "cocooned"
on Hello Poetry

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