Tag: beauty
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Moonswept
Across the vastness of the nightA maiden sweeps the swirling dustThat sprinkles out upon the banksAlong the glimmering Milky Way. She polishes the hanging lights The jeweled glowing comet lampsAnd smooths the velvet billows of The black expanse that holds the sun. She spins and spools the golden threadfor constellation tapestries Embroidering their graceful plots To keep the outlines…
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Easter Iamb
From long before the world was spoken forth,the Father’s plan was fixed in triune loveand at the crucial moment set in timeHis foreknown aim was finally revealed. In incarnation God stepped into fleshand carried to the cross our guilty charge.We killed him without knowing hope would springout from the very blood upon our hands. Three…
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The Wardrobe
Poetry is a wardrobe overflowing with truth and lies in every swirling color, texture, size. And locked away there you try on other people’s eyes…
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Slice of Life
Flying down the road, absorbed in your thoughts,as the beginnings of wildflowers peek out at the sun.Out of reverie with a jolt – What is that smell? Cutting the air like a knife, breaking the spell.Bemused searching eyeslook for the tell – And you see a manriding on the green shoulderof the road on a riding…
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Imagination Revisited
Imagination is… A caravan of camels, an oasis of vibrant life enveloped by vast lands of nothingness and drought.Carried along by an unseen hand. Through scorching winds it presses,Concealing a wealth of nourishment, preserving vitality in the fever of barren expanse. Dry and thorny weeds that show no hint of mercy can sustain it, pressing onward towards illusive…
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I, Sing
This king sits insipid; his right will hid.His mind fills with spilling milk, twisting wild. Biting sting grips. Fit spits ill ilk Pining wind sighs limp.It is still. Bird trilling strings wind with thrills.Wings inching in sight, swinging high with skill, Singing drips bliss, knitting split thinking, Snips stifling film, pricking pity, Visit stirs this king. Light is lit…
Writ & Whimsy 