Lenses, or: Contact

A dribble

Poems don't count. People do.
Words; syllables; letters aren't you ~
only windows to look through.
Stained glass distorts truth.

The dribble

The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 charactersโ€”spaces and punctuation are not counted).

The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction form known as the drabble, a story consisting of exactly 100 words. [READ MORE]

33 thoughts on “Lenses, or: Contact”

  1. What a creative perspective. I find that my words are me in many different, exaggerated ways. Where there’s light, there is darkness. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. ๐Ÿ’ Karima ๐Ÿ’

      It didn’t go to spam, but I avoid approving and responding to comments on Shabbat… the blog posts you see posted on my blog on Friday nights and Saturdays are scheduled posts – I write them before Shabbat and then schedule them to be posted in advance.

      Much love,
      David

  2. I know it would not be a dribble…but just thinking,,,”Stained glass distorts truth.”
    For me (who has a home full of it) stained glass turns light into magic:)

  3. I always thought that stained glass enhanced and beautified life when looking through it. You can see that my glass is always half-full.
    Shabbat Shalom!
    Love,
    D
    ๐Ÿ˜ป

  4. I love this introspective look! Even if what I see is only through a glass darkly! We reveal ourselves as shadows of our words….

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