Saturday, January 23, 2021

The Unity of Thirst


There’s no wisdom in crowing

our absolutes when thirst

will lead us to drink from

the same fountain. 

©Susie Clevenger 2021


 

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15 comments:

  1. FireblossomJanuary 23, 2021 at 9:32 AM

    And bang, Susie wins the prompt!

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  2. Carrie Van HornJanuary 23, 2021 at 9:38 AM

    Your combination of both images is stunning and wonderful Susie! I love love love it!!

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  3. JimJanuary 23, 2021 at 10:04 AM

    A fun, yet somber poem in my eyes. For me there is three, I'll drink with two.
    ..

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  4. HelenJanuary 23, 2021 at 10:49 AM

    Agree with Jim, this is somber ~~~ and wonderfully wise.

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  5. indybevJanuary 23, 2021 at 11:28 AM

    One wonders when (and if) thirst will rise to the occasion.

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  6. ZanderJanuary 23, 2021 at 11:36 AM

    18 words of perfection. The center of the onion, Susie. Standing O!

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  7. CharleyJanuary 23, 2021 at 2:38 PM

    Very nicely done... brought those two images together in a nice, tight poem that leaves room for mystery and speculation.

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  8. qbitJanuary 23, 2021 at 6:35 PM

    Perfect.

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  9. C. SandlinJanuary 23, 2021 at 6:37 PM

    Awesome! What a perfect prompt response!

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  10. kaykualaJanuary 24, 2021 at 6:01 AM

    They eventually have to give way and share.

    Hank

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  11. Gillena CoxJanuary 24, 2021 at 11:44 AM

    Well done. Luv the meld of both images in one poem
    Happy Sunday

    Much💖love

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  12. TruedessaJanuary 24, 2021 at 1:51 PM

    so true - thirst will lead us to the fountain...

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  13. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 26, 2021 at 5:30 PM

    Clever, Susie! Fits perfectly.

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  14. ✿January 30, 2021 at 7:46 AM

    What a brilliant title and piece. Really masterful work.

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    1. ✿January 31, 2021 at 4:54 AM

      I’m still thinking about “the unity of thirst” this morning.

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