Thursday, September 26, 2013

Instant Unceasing

 

Where your shadow falls
Across wildflowers
Is an altar
Apart from time,
Age, art, pleasures,
Pain, sadness, hours.
Meaning keeps
Amid its measures.
Peace survives.
We must assume
It is alive. 

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    1. Peace, devoutly to be wished, a personal adjustment with unending influence.

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  2. I love how you write a few lines, and then extend it with the last line. It looks like an afterthought but is not really.

    'Love' is kind of an understatement here.

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    1. Thanks, KK! Love is among the few understatements that cannot be exaggerated.

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  3. I feel a sense of peace reading this poem.
    Thank you for sharing.

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  4. Peace survives, I like that.
    I love that, actually.

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  5. Lovely stuff Geo. As ever, elusive, but very real. Indigo

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