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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7 comments:

  1. SuzeSeptember 26, 2013 at 5:10 PM

    Lifting a 'V.'

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    1. Geo.September 27, 2013 at 12:02 AM

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

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  2. KKSeptember 26, 2013 at 10:56 PM

    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. Geo.September 27, 2013 at 12:03 AM

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

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  3. MargieSeptember 27, 2013 at 10:43 AM

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

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  4. Remembering GraceSeptember 27, 2013 at 6:31 PM

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

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  5. Indigo RothSeptember 30, 2013 at 9:55 AM

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

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