by Ken Medernach
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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thoughts on life
the blue egg.. a sign of spring
lies in the dirt
a small hole and a sigh for the
The mother bird couldn’t protect her brood…
the brood lost a sibling..
a stronger yet
not hungry but stronger
Took the Life..
it always happens
all too often….
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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear thatís been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The laws of nature will always succumb to the weakest, sad as it may be.....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Ken, the weak are vulnerable and the stronger will capture a life in a heartbeat...we must keep a watchful eye because if we are weak we can become a victim! A great write.|
|Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
|Interesting reflection on the egg and life. Subtle yet written with a sense of wisdom. Well Done, Deborah|