Compass Rose of the Spirit

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Open Poetry #48

Compass Rose of the Spirit

secondhanddreampoet
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since 2006-11-07

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a 'Universalist' !

0 posted 2013-10-15 11:33 PM

   Compass Rose of the Spirit

Past the last lingering shadows
of a dying Autumn sunset, when
all the rainbow leaves have fallen
and ten-thousand empty branches
dance a chill wind that plays the
lonely heart-strings in deep,
strange chords of bitter refrains
to a mind now bent upon Winter;
there is no hiding place where
the  somber clouds of November
  cannot enter;
and yet you remain my North, South,
  East, and West …
my compass rose of the spirit
upon which I shall launch my heart
beyond all fear into any darkness.

                 --- b. e. adams (10/15/2013)

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

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South Louisiana

1 posted 2013-10-16 07:14 AM

Wonderful poetry, Bruce. Soulful.

~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~

EmmaRose
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since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

2 posted 2013-10-16 10:19 AM

I'll second what JPat wrote,and add my own
"terrific" perception of the seasonal mood

Goldenrose
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since 2003-05-30

Posts 3665

3 posted 2013-10-16 12:27 PM

hard to think of which is brighter here, the colours of the trees or the emebrs of love that will never go out,,enjoyed the read...thank you..

Goldenrose

Peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more arduous - George - Bernard Shaw.

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

4 posted 2013-10-16 03:32 PM

Exquisite, Bruce . . . I know she reads it.

Owl

secondhanddreampoet
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since 2006-11-07

Posts 6394
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5 posted 2013-10-16 04:09 PM

Thanks so much to each and all of you!

Sometimes I feel it is the penultimate curse to be
a poet, dreamer, and such an 'incurable Romantic' ...

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