Bedrock Sphinx

Sphinx Sits on Burning sands Sunning herself In the noonday sun She needs no chaise She is a Bedrock Sphinx.

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Joe Dimino

Date: 10/10/2018 7:15:00 AM

Often our creations more enduring than ourselves. Excellent write!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/10/2018 7:56:00 AM

Wow, thanks so much.

Harry Horsman

Date: 10/9/2018 4:44:00 PM

Love the poem, and the creation, in fact very clever...

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/10/2018 7:56:00 AM

Thank you Harry.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 10/9/2018 1:36:00 PM

wow, right in the dot, M L...your artwords blended really well i was amazed at the way this ended... i've seen the sphinx and now i look at it in different way... huggs

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/10/2018 7:58:00 AM

Oh wow, I'm so glad you enjoyed it and can see it in another dimension now. I love a good mystery and the Sphinx is definitely a mystery; maybe forever...who knows...Thanks so much.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/8/2018 12:52:00 PM

- You're right she is :) - Excellent done, M.L. :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/9/2018 8:51:00 AM

Thanks so much.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/8/2018 11:19:00 AM

Yes, she is! Well done, M.L.! ~ Gershon

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/9/2018 8:51:00 AM

Thank you.

Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 10/8/2018 9:08:00 AM

Brilliant. What a metaphor. I visited Gizeh in a sand storm. Fled into one of the pyramids. During the inside (insight?) descent, the lights went out for a minute...

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/9/2018 8:52:00 AM

Whoa! What was it like in there without lights? Thanks.