Open Poetry #12 |
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fossil philosophy |
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bsquirrel![]()
since 2000-01-03
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my ossicles are oracles of movement. edification of an era’s effluxion. death is not destruction. the ugliest thing becomes beautiful, a crystalline curio, under centuries of sleepless mud. the most beautiful thing remains the same as a sculpture of stone and bone. science does not measure the soul’s passing – rather the imprints left behind. you can’t measure the chemical reactions of spirit, although that’s probably not far behind. |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
"the most beautiful thing remains the same as a sculpture of stone and bone." Profoundly said. Enjoyed the read. Poeminister "...no single sound too rude upon thy slumber shall intrude, Our thoughts, our souls- O God above! In every deed shall mingle, love." -Poe |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ I like the entire piece - but this struck a chord with me - 'a crystalline curio, under centuries of sleepless mud' Oh, I like that ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
rather imprints left behind I really love that line...I think that is what most of us want...to leave imprints. Good ones. |
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bsquirrel![]()
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks everyone! It's kinda scary ... I'm starting to grow up. ![]() Mike |
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