4:30 a.m. Going to Spain

A Poem By Sarah Bethany // 8/21/2015

Soaked in the concentrated
quick of existence
this bird song
is a sugarcube
dunked in the liqueur
of life.

Comments

Love.

Love.

Erin | Fri, 08/21/2015

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I just realized how the word

I just realized how the word "concentrated" goes for both ways: existence AND "liqueur" of life. Sugar-cube. Ah. Good use of words in this short poem.
When will you post Martje?

Lucy Anne | Mon, 08/31/2015

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

You know what's funny, I

You know what's funny, I wasn't really applying it to existence myself...more to liqueur. I love that you just threw that even more beautiful spin on it.

The goal is to start posting Martje by the end of September!

Sarah Bethany | Mon, 08/31/2015

Oooohh savouring every word

Oooohh savouring every word of this.

"Sugarcube"

Love it all.

Maddi | Sat, 10/03/2015

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

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