Open Poetry #48 |
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To the dark heart |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Death is but a shroud, Life is but; A painting, Bird, Or game. When one grows tired Of such whims. One covers it with a shroud. Left the pall and it may be there, Though the Painting may fade The birds turn dust The game may rust. Death is but a shroud, No sense in covering one self, And that of course is all. Richard |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
This speaks to me... I have lived my life in a shroud, and am only now beginning to believe it may be lifted. Michael |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Every form of life is bound to move towards transformation, no doubt. Death? We can look at it in many different ways, have our own opinions, but then ... of course we know nothing for sure until it occurs to ourselves. ![]() Thus, also the dark hearts are bound to be transformed ... who knows ... into light filled gardens! Thank you for the opportunity to ponder. Good job! Margherita |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
In fact tis for thee Michael |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Thanks |
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KentAshbyKorb Member
since 2013-05-05
Posts 99Nc USA |
Indeed! A great allusion to baptism! |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I enjoyed the depth in your thoughts Richard. There is much to ponder and appreciate within this life lesson. Nicely penned. ![]() Best wishes, /Kit |
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