we have heard what drowning
was like, and this was more
like playing hide-and-seek
with our breaths –
when we finally count
to one hundred,
we hope to catch you
taking your routine
nap hidden beneath
sun, our breaths
held so gently
in your beautiful
and wet fists
[…] 14, 2010 we have heard what drowning was like, and this was more like playing hide-and-seek with our breaths – when we finally count to one hundred, we hope to catch you taking your routine […]
this photograph remind me as a child.
hide and seek is one of game which I took a fancy. but if me as a child did it a countryside, periphery rice field or river
nice moment….great photograph
thank you. that is so cool – hide-and-seek in a rice field.
Love both compositions…photo and poem…the first four lines are so dynamic …another excellent poem.
oh, that child on its knees!!!!!! Wonderful en toto, Yi-Ching.
nice to see you, again. hope you’re doing well, and thank you, as always.
I’m still using up my share of H2O and oxygen.
(laugh) what a way to put it. are you okay?
Wow again. Another winning shot and wonderful piece of poetry. The little boy looking in the door really makes this shot. You’re on a roll.