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I assume


A tip with greens and tangerines 

attach to some large thing beyond

the frame's geometry, for granted,

and on blue


Mathematical? 


                              Not like an hour


I look away from what is crumpled,

and see 


Nothing

                                      

                                 And I assume


The garden chairs still lie about

Crickets in what I thought was 

grass,- (their number troubles 

me), but one



Beneath the cotton parasol

                                   


— doorman, May 03, 2010

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 1 month ago

Hello

My favorite lines (just because they struck my fancy) Mathematical? Not like an hour Always, Cat
doorman

doorman

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Cat

Thank you. Wrote this one some months ago, and couldn't quite recall what I wanted to do with it when I posted it. So, everything's possible. Good to hear from you, Yours, Espen.
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ziggy

16 years 1 month ago

hi

hi there espen good to read your fine words again glad i stopped by your page good day my friend ,,,,,,,zigs
doorman

doorman

16 years 1 month ago

zig

Glad you stopped by. Haven't written as much as I'd like to lately, but that's happened before. Tried to edit an old one, which left me unsteady. Rust, and all that. Thanks for reading, and see you around. All the best, Espen.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

On your blank door you write....

Ann of Norway You side step in your personal dance of the mind, and trip us up as your words catch our breath and toy with our minds, in a "Waiting for Godot" type absurdity. You expect us who read, to sense into this what we wish to feel and see, its all up to the reader's imagination to embroider on the mind the colours of your words into the patterns that fit that person's character. 'Ist so Espen of the surreal pen in coloured inks. Love Ann.
doorman

doorman

15 years 12 months ago

Dear Ann

A sincere thanks to you for reading. This comes a little late, but life's been lively, and has stolen away time for many things, writing included. That poetry is absurd, I agree most definitely, and I take your compliment to heart. Tusen takk for ordene, med vennlig hilsen, Espen.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Ann of Norway“Long time no

Ann of Norway "Long time no see" Livet kan vaere travelt ikke sant? Man er bare ett menneske, og holder pa med sa mange her!!!! Thank you and love from Ann.