My journey of infinite paths
epoch of turtle and me
a forest in a nanosecond
maze passing thru the eye
on the eve on a whirlwind
ride of multi faced moments
Where branches weave magic
with their leaves in a tea that
one may drink of their rings of
knowledge for the years to be
Reality or dreaming one to ask
could it be that I am just in the
break of a storm at a turtle's
pace in circles for a much too
fast French fairy tale beginning
but for living love impassioned
by an Irish evermore ending
(c) Essence for Turtle and Me
25May2012
Vivian L Dawson
I sense that Ireland is but a turtle, and the Irish are riding on its mossy back.
Ron
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2012
Beautiful.......best wishes,neerja:)
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2012
I do like that verse about drinking in the rings of knowledge, really original train of thought. The recurring image of whirls and circles is a neat link from verse to verse.
Don't know much about French fairies but I'm told Irish ones are best.
Time's suspended here, Vivian,
or transmuted and the world of self-perception
and poetic imagining comes to the fore;
i love where this goes and where it takes me
The turtle's pace is a wise pace indeed. There is much also to be said about the fast-paced French fairy, but it is understood that to be effective even the fast pace must be measured and gait(ed) with the wise turtle's know how.
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ending. Lady Vivian this poem is delight to behold.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Don't know much about French fairies but I'm told Irish ones are best.
fee
or transmuted and the world of self-perception
and poetic imagining comes to the fore;
i love where this goes and where it takes me
john
Blessings,
Christine
The turtle has it write
Budd