It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Sunday, March 8, 2015

Photoverio © (#71): The Underbelly of Snow

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© Oliverio
Between Katonah & Ossining #2
(3/4/15) 

it wet our feet
it chilled our faces

all that white snow
created dark places

but it will all melt
this is the thing:

a fortnight from now,
it will be spring




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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 8, 2015 at 7:43 PM

    A snow cave with a wave
    A tree branch has a chance
    To be a beautiful
    Photoverio

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    1. Paul OliverioMarch 9, 2015 at 6:15 AM

      Three cheers for the snow caves of Westchester County

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    2. AnonymousMarch 9, 2015 at 9:25 AM

      Rapidly melting

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    3. AnonymousMarch 9, 2015 at 9:51 AM

      We live in a time of outrageous costumes.
      It is as if every done thing is new.
      We've seen it all before, she fumes,
      nothing is added to the stew.
      Who are you?

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    4. Paul OliverioMarch 9, 2015 at 9:56 AM

      I am not sure how the poem fits in here...
      but I do like it very much
      and I am who I am
      and have one question:
      Who are you?

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  2. AnonymousMarch 11, 2015 at 5:03 PM

    I am she who loves the white disguise
    in your elegant photograph
    but yearns for the unpowdered eyes
    in Spring's natural laugh

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