Open Poetry #36 |
Ephemeral & Eternal |
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Puzzle instinctively trickles down the cheek Of some warmed spicy wandering, like a Bright glow depth, murmurs aging wood Fireplace burning, pages fast moving Across sneers on faces with old legs Hood of middle age, wearing armor Scanning blue eyed scars, under candle lights Where the brow of mind lies down On an extra bed of sunrise mirroring the bow of homeland, mapping folds of letters slowly drifting family seal… sheaths of cutting edge, knows the strong and confident like some quest of evening with expectation moonblade bearers paying attention to the white haired genius no body knows and far reaching voices of children look longingly at the epoch summit of human progress where resources becomes a refugee somewhere in a corner globe Think of Eliot’s stern burlesques dance the grassroots of free verse while you can I ponder the aesthetic spurs When patterns begin to emerge wondering when our quality of life as we know it.... dies? |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Our quality of life dies with us each day. We must condense Mother Nature takes offence Good morning sweet. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
wow..you see what I mean...full of rich imagery.....and thought provoking depths... much love, **baby **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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