listen to respect for silence
by the violets and the conscience
and the quiet place the birds lie down
is nest a form of truth
do tribes grow silent
in the way the body plans
its solo light
true light
how might one sift the little things
from rationales for flight
the sessions are a lifetime
and the lifetime is a string
of sessions and impediments
the darkness made for earth
reveals the earth
the injuries not quite accumulated
leave their blight in place
the damages one leaves behind
from rumored strength
exceeding selves and limber
moments of the alphabet and clock
a prescient moment is precise
as it is clear for every moment
of existence simpler than we thought
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a lifetime
and birds nest strength
exceeding simpler
damages
strings of blight injuries
like violets
grow:
rationales for selves and things
alphabets grow in their thought earth reveals the clock of things earth reveals accumulated leave accumulated leave
hi, sheila
Hiya Carmen
I like your comments on Sheila's poems. If you like you can stick them on a post. Although, I think I said that before!!
Cheers
Simon
no, let them die, simon...
No, Carmen, don't let them die.
then let them sleep, LL...
Carmen, why can't you do as Simon suggests?
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