Open Poetry #48 |
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True Heart Compass |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
True Heart Compass A cold November gale stirs dead leaves to dance Winter’s tune on this grey, deep-sky day of glowering clouds, cascading troubles, and forlorn memories that skirt the dark horizon to a vanishing point of gathering gloom. This would be a day to don mortality’s heavy cloak, and dwell upon ten thousand sorrows, were it not for the true compass of your heart that beckons my lonely spirit ever on toward the broad-sunny uplands of my finest dreams, endless Spring, and your enduring love. --- b.e. adams (11/10/2013) |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I know this feeling very well, Bruce. The beauty of your words can change the mood. Ida |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
such a poetic atmosphere, love this fascinating poem, |
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