Being
Beneath this yellow thought exists
a bright green stem ascending through
the ground of mystery—creation.
~Son Rivers 2008
WHY DID I WAKE? WHEN SHALL I SLEEP AGAIN?
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In the past few days, have noticed a great many people coming to this site
for my discussion of the “Days of Wine and Roses” poem by Ernest Dowson.
In it...
5 weeks ago
1 comment:
I like the poetry you posted.
I write poetry! My poetry webpage is poetrypoem.com/Tosha1
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