this poem is posted along with 'Bodhisatva' -- the connection is obvious. I hope you find something worth your time. k
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Leaves of rust-red exuberance
and white barked trees standing
placid in the mist, tall pines
focusing earth's slant back
toward the enduring sun,
and God murmuring ceaselessly
in all the things He has become . . .
Some one walks slowly among the drifting
petals, the warm breezes, life
scurrying into dark sanctuaries,
the pumping of blood,
the outward look of wonder and fear.
Time is my predator,
but I am no longer here . . .
Creation mumurs ceaselessly, if only we'd listen. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that time is relative. (Only some days, I tend to forget. Guess I need a few more lessons.)
A most thought provoking piece, Kevin. Thanks.
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on April 25, 2004
this one too. your images are vivid, which is not something your poems lack, but i can see it more focused here.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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slight chills
love the ending
Reindeer
A most thought provoking piece, Kevin. Thanks.
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~