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The Ask

We carry it in us like a child in a womb. We do not have to know this, knowledge has no part in this journey. It is not words coming through, it is we that come through. The craft is in how we shape the pot. no one knows beforehand how the pot gets filled. Maybe the poet will understand, see a little of this, however it is not necessary at all, not at all.

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Date: 3/18/2020 2:51:00 PM
A poem spinning in the hand. Wonderful.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/18/2020 3:11:00 PM
Thanks Maureen, glad it worked for you!
Date: 3/18/2020 9:50:00 AM
Your poem has me curious, but longing for answers. What was asked?
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/18/2020 9:59:00 AM
Hi Martin The Ask is the unborn poem. Thanks for asking :-)

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