Just once, if only the Words came,
The way the Heart had wont;
There would be no need to scream,
And Each could love the Other.
A long life provides only confusion,
Not the consolation of understanding;
Parent loses the Child,
Husband watches the Wife move on.
Where is the time of safe harbour,
When friendship derives warmly;
Coming from the Group love,
Of things cherished in common.
Where have all the Flowers gone?
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Reviews of "Drift"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2002
There are two windows in everyone's private space. One looks out over the trash pile, the other looks at the flowers in bloom. It is all choice. Enjoy the roses, smell the flowers. Enjoyed the read. ~E
Reviewed by Claywoman (Reader)
Reviewed on March 24, 2002
I can't believe I've not rated your poetry, but alas, I guess I haven't. You have a mastery of the language and your imagry shines. LGL...please forgive me...
I like the title; and the poem is great. Yes, sometimes two people in love do drift apart very carelessly. I agree with Robin.....a little more attention now will go a long way.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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