THE ANSWER

The Answer

I never saw him, the lake smoothly lied,
ask the weeping willows how he died;
stir up the mud, it holds many secrets,
ask the reeds what is in the wind;
how innocently the swans seem to glide
over whatever the waters hide.

 Julian O’Dea

 

Now published here.

5 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on September 19, 2019 at 6:15 pm

    I know that I promised a cute short haired French brunette, but your poem reminded me of this video that I had seen recently. It was one of the most beautiful movies ever made.

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    • Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on September 19, 2019 at 6:49 pm

      I kept my promise. While I have linked her before, I still really like her. She is so honestly enthusiastic and her band is outstandingly talented.

      I hope that she stays in France. I like as she is and the American music industry would only corrupt her.

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      • Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on September 22, 2019 at 6:27 pm

        It’s too quiet! Did I link the wrong French brunette? This one has found favor before.

      • Posted by Julian O'Dea on September 23, 2019 at 7:33 am

        She’s ultra-cute. But a bit young for me, these days. Lovely girl though. As you imply, there is a certain freshness that European chanteuses have that the American girls seem to lose.

  2. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on September 23, 2019 at 3:15 pm

    Sadly, they’re too young for me too. Where were they when I was age appropriate?

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