Open Poetry #48 |
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All That is Truly Real |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
All That is Truly Real The long forgotten ‘endless’ mountain-forest road disappears into ragged rocks, dead leaves, evening mist, and the vanishing chill of a pallid December sunset. Here, twilight calls with the voice of wilderness and the lonely, in this place well beyond Time’s whimsy where a hundred million years are but a heartbeat. Looking back I sigh. Looking ahead I sigh once again. During life’s brief candle many live as blind wanderers or the walking dead, stumbling after ephemerals of wealth, fleeting fame or glory, unable to embrace the simple joy of this moment of the ‘now’ (which is all that is truly real) with the natural hope and promise of Spring and the morning star. --- b. e. adams (12/4/2013) |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
Excellent poetry, Bruce, capsuling the moment of NOW which, as you so eloquently said, is the only thing which is real. I liked that you looked to the future where green grass and flowers will cover the land in place of the deadness of winter's starkness. ~*~ But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep.--Frost ~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
the wealth of nature's bounty replenishing the emptiness of winter's stilllife each year is a marvel that money will never touch |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
so true ... what each of you said about Winter and Spring ... and that which "money can't buy," and such! |
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