Open Poetry #5 |
Maxima Debetur Peuris Reverentia |
Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
The Greatest Reverence Is Due Children) Here is one come to confound My conceit; A poor Man's Fancy now fixed. Faeries fly in at the window Casting nativity aside As heaven, air and sea Are taxed by foul words fallen. And that being said, middle true With no moral whatsoever First consider oneself A few tousand years sooner And when the fog lays low upon The foreign hills It is then the turnings caught. But by some small act The children there could not be. For in due time is everyone A contradiction And in reality A golden cloud cape prediction. For there comes a change In reverence given That makes a subtle difference And allows the waiting sacred circle And therein the morning's journey. Whither we go, who can tell? |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
I'm a bit confused here....you may need to explain this to me??? Has this anything to do with how we're all caught in the middle of heaven and hell? Or the children have no future because of this and the way we've taken for granted all that lies beyond...somehow?? Yikes, I must be tired cause I'm LOST!!!! Somehow I have a feeling I'm WAY off here. hmmmmmmm..... Pondering...which means I liked it!! hehehe |
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