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Here I meditate on my spiritual path and read in the shade of the oaks...
HALF PAST POET
Noon is a shadowless half mast,
The days beyond springs death
Do bloom of summer soils birthing
A new frond of living in fullness...
Flames lick at the minds eye
Where inspiration is born anew,
To die again half way through
Then sun up comes as a sigh...
Breath awakes with kittens purrs
And softly makes verse a repast,
The last meal as twilight takes
Wind from sails of thoughts...
Words spread as embers holding
Back their heat till kindled again
By emotional lava spuing
Like molten rock from silent pens...
Wings unfurl at midlife of pyres
As must they before that final blaze
Going in and going out,
Round about an astral gate...
Buttressed with wooden stout
Trees for half a page
Of satire on malevolent outrage
Against a loggers camp...
Half past the fifth element,
Past the last cycle in history
Legend and lore, for yours
Are the only lines left unburnt for glory...
(c) 2002 Kathy Anderson(all rights reserved)
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