Paralipsis…
Where a reflection failed to see the inner coils within;
Significance still remains mirroring absolute’s truth;
Unaffected by angry shallows of premising archaism…
Hatred’s empty pools filled with timorous circumcised thoughts;
And her peace still stands in the waters of her deliverance to self;
As his diffident cowering shoulders drink from pusillanimous ort cups…
Paralipsis…
(Written: December 5th, 2009 5:43 a/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Embraced ~ Embrassé
poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique
Copyright© 2010 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
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Your words are very profound and deep. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people who fit the description of hate. I admire you, for you truly speak the truth. Great write.
Nicole
We've recently seen those who harbor hate. Paralipsis draws attention to their speechmaking...empty and sunken framework of nothing but drowned ratlines, sails, and timbers...clipped foreskin floating in an eddy somewhere in a dirty lagoon...we carry on, mistress...spreading waves of enlightenment...clear pools of love and nature's vast photogenery and literate papyrus...
Love,
Sage
Georg
& Large as the Oceans...
I support you in everyway Dearest Friend
to have the continued strength to mend wound's bridge
ships which seeks to become whole
My Love & Prayers Embracing You Vickie
words of thanks are unable to express what my heart feels.
Dave.