well within
eyes deep
like wells to the stars
the deeper I look
the farther I’m drawn
finding what I seek
found for what I seek
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Five (each day a new Yeats quote)
“And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.”
W.B. Yeats
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I like the mysticism in this one. That’s a word that seems appropriate to so many of the Yeats inspired poems.
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Thank you, Jane.
Yes, I’ve noticed that in many of the responses.
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🙂
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I like how the water became the depths of eyes. They contain mysteries, for sure. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. That must be my mystic connection with water.
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Yes.
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This is mystic and mysterious–the “well to the stars.” I like your take on the prompt.
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