by Robert Harrison
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Inactivity of the mind is self induces death.
It is time; the long sleep is over,
And thoughts come jubilantly
Over the stony matter of my
Long dormant brain. Like a clear
Coursing river, refreshed by
Recent rains and warmed by
Instinctive motivation to write
Again; not for the praise of man,
Nor of the Godís, but to hear and
See and read the beauty of words
Set out in tuneful order, or to
Meander wherever their course
Takes them. There to join with others,
Permeating with the torrent of surging,
Raging power of the unstoppable,
The uncontainable billows of the
Eloquent minds, of all who venture
Forth once again from a self induced
Hibernation into a non-existent winter.
Copyright © Robert Harrison 2008
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|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|A breath of fresh air indeed. Blessings, J'nia|
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|These words are beautifully expressed. You've captured the essence of spring - "jubilant", "refreshing", "warm." Writing again after a lull is like planting a spring garden - as you say it's not for praise but simply for the sheer beauty of it.|
|Reviewed by Sara Coslett
|Yep, it is the way words meld into each other that is the real motivation. Great poem. ~ Sara|
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|I'm glad you have been awaken!!!!! Good morninng sunshine!!!!!
Sandie May :o)