Open Poetry #48 |
Love’s Finest Measure |
secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Love’s Finest Measure In these mystic-immortal hours just beyond a crimson sunset, the evening breeze through parting clouds and dancing trees conjures old Celtic tunes and memories to the lonely mind and heart along this long-forgotten path to nowhere. In this traceless wilderness world of perfect moon and gentle starlight, life is not measured out by calendars and clocks nor paper dollars by the millions laid end to end, for they hold no purpose here ... where infinite, mystic time and endless change reign supreme and only real love may hold the finest measure of sacred truth. --- b. e. adams (6/10/2012) |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This too is truly wonderful, Bruce! Margherita |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
reminds me of the old ways, there out in the country where nothing exists but nature and love and everything in the silence, I enjoyed the peaceful feel. RS |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
That is a very good place you have described, would that there were more of them than there really are. Nice work. ~*~ A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.-John Burroughs ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This beautiful poem deserves a second look. Back to the top. Ida |
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