I have come
to hold myself like a stone
on the dry palm
of my upturned hand,
to comfort myself
with a calloused thumb.
I have come
not to rest or take light
for a ragged shroud
but to peer from dark centers,
wakeful,
leaving
the pillow with its own life.
I have come for this:
gathering the short night,
stories like fitful dust
taking the air,
words slipping through darkness,
a brief shimmer and shine.
Karen Lee Kleis 
I love the pic so much and the words are just amazing.
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Thank you! That picture started as a photo of one of the cool sculptures that have been installed around Lake Eola here in Orlando. Makes me think it’s time for another photo outing there.
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oh, i didn’t know
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No reason you would have known. But I do love taking photos like this and transforming them into something that tells a story. 🙂
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That i Can see and I love that so much
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Wow, to me the sculpture represents a permanent tribute, fixed eyes on tragic events lie history, and a steady gaze on both good and bad in life through the rise and collapse of time.
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Yes, she is amazing. I tend to think of her as a representation of Gaia, keeping watch over us while reminding us not to bury ourselves and the earth with our own stupidity.
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Smiling… sounds like a great gal
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I think so. But then I do love strong women! 😉
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Me too!
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correction, fixed eyes on tragic events in history – spell check error
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LOL! That happens to me all the time.
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hehe
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Beautifully expressed. G-uno
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Thank you!
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I KNEW I had seen that image before. Your words are beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you! That sculpture by the lake is one of my favorites. 🙂
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I know that lake well….I just couldn’t place it right away. 🙂
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