Phenomenology as Snapshots
by Gary Hardaway
The fluffed-up clouds, darkish in spots,
are moving fast, opposite the wind
where I stand and look. Equations
could describe the multiplicities
of this but by the time they
were written the sky would be
moving, invisibly, uniformly gray,
and dropping large, soft snowflakes.
To pen the world, one must pin it
as if a thing so fluid, fierce,
and independent of the writer
can ever be truthfully penned.
Ooooo. Nice.
Lacks the usual bitterness.
I like it.
May as well try and catch the wind, as some famous name once said. So we try :)
So apt this is, for me. Several hours ago the sky over Gloucester was filling with "fluffed up clouds with darkish spots", and they've since blown south, leaving the sky robin egg blue. *
Agree.*
To pen the world, one must pin it. ***
I like the line R.K. notes, too. *
Yes.
Excellent.
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Pure, profound.
Yes.
Nicely done.
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Am grateful to everyone for your readings and responses.
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Thanks, Beate.
"To pen the world, one must pin it"
Yes! Excellent!
Nice.*
Thank you, Bill, and thank you, Gary.
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Yep.
Thanks, Chris. Thanks, Steve.
This one also "weave(s) but nets to catch the wind." Well and quickly done. At once glowing and laconic; at least as difficult to achieve as to think in four dimensions. Thanks for herding this one into the pen!*
Thanks, Willie.
Lovely. Mellifluous and smart.
Thank you, Lucinda.