This is almost classical in it's philosophical meanderings. I especially loved the reference of "all men coming to midnight" it seemed so appropriate.
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Fee
Once a poet said that under stones faces are hearts made of green stones, perhaps he was referring to hope?
But, dear poetess, I see that you went into my garden.
Everything is revealed all in good time. We must be true to ourselves or the ending will not be bright. Your poem is written by someone who know pain and anguish for it rips at your soul while you read this well written poem. Well done, Love, Bonnie
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
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with it death’s frigid fingers
to rip away trite pretense
from faces set in stone
Starkly real; there is wisdom in what you express here, Belle. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
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Fee
But, dear poetess, I see that you went into my garden.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Newfie hugs, Rose
God bless you. Kathy
"only those who know the deep abyss
have memorized its damp walls"
now how fine is that? It's simply splendid.
John
Love and {{{hugs}}},
Leland
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D