Open Poetry #49 |
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(miscellaneous) Wintry Zen |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
The forest edge is dark and silent but for the brittle notes of deepest Winter a bitter wind rules a thousand miles of ‘endless’ hills It is the same moon in all the waters what lies on either shore of this vast-eternal sky and Time? deep-Winter empty day of silent chill a lone cloud wanders off In this barren land of Winter’s desolation the North wind keeps no friends shimmering stars dance the evening breeze A rising Winter crescent slices the velvet cloak of evening splendor I long for a village of peace-makers and distillers of truth market sounds through the morning mist --- b. e. adams (1/14/2014) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Quite the romanticist you are Bruce, and not necessarily in the sense most think of romanticist, but one who sees the day and seizes upon it. If the mob governs, man is ruled by ignorance; if the church governs, he is ruled by superstition; if the state governs, he is ruled by fear. |
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