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Larry Colvin Poem
Two rivers flowing; one is warm and pleasant like a chinook wind,
While the other is cold and swift and boulders roll with the current.
One we shall call the river of love, and the other, we shall call it the
River of discontent.... And since no one has ever returned to confirm
Or deny which one flows into paradise, we can only wonder,...
Until we test our faith.
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Larry Colvin Poem
The savage wind whips the giant stone peeling it layer after layer until it becomes
A shinning pebble. The stone is my shield. It protects me from the blinding light and
The curse of the solar winds.... I am a mutate without appendage. I wiggle I squirm;
I am a worm afraid of the moles.
Copyright © Larry Colvin | Year Posted 2011
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Oh prolific warrior of the poetic sword, impale the slothful dragon with your words.
Give no quarter to the spirit of the lazy verse, challenge and subdue it,... then give
It to the serendipitous frog.
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From out of the shadow and haunt of night, cam the little bird whistling at a star.
And when the angels appeared with candles of light, I saw their gold and flaxen
Hair reflecting starlight through the air; whose faces glowed in silver sheen brought
To life my vivid dream, and there in pastoral fields of myrrh I saw this place where
Angels were.... Where cherubs flitter on butterfly wing; where velvet chimes and
Skybells ring; where melodic choruses of angels sing; where fern and flower sweetly
Beam.... Oh what a privilege it is to dream.
Copyright © Larry Colvin | Year Posted 2011
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