Just That Archaic Poet Poet I do not know?

Eris, Paris and the Golden Apple

Too bright for sight,
This tunnel of light
A temple of Mind
In a life of Night
A ghost of Soul,
Too old to know
Life is Death is Life again,
(Oh, they told me so!)

*More experimental than anything

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Victoria Anderson-Throop August 26, 2013 at 4:28 PM Provocative maybe I would put the last line in parenthesis or maybe a dash before it...just a thought....mythological reference always intrigues me..V Just That Archaic Poet August 26, 2013 at 5:05 PM Excellent suggestion, Victoria! I will do just that! Thanks for the feedback; glad you liked it :)

Sara Kendrick August 26, 2013 at 1:57 PM Yes, the winter brings the temporary death of the beautiful summer plants but come spring they rise again..Enjoyed reading your creative work...Thanks for the visits to my work..I appreciate you visits there..Sara Just That Archaic Poet August 26, 2013 at 2:04 PM Thank you for visiting my little poetic sanctuary in the corner of the universe also, Sara. I enjoyed reading your work as well :)

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