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The Falls : specular verse

  

farms await bony hands of want

             land thirsty for full bodied Love 

           what strength is needed to grow the maize

whilst shadows roam streets in haze

      leaves like notes blow across ferocious Falls

           how long can darkness juggle its balls

                                   ¥

balls of the clown are tired of work

calm Falls continue their crystal splash cries

shadows between trees rustle like hungry       

                                                beggars 

maize aromas ripe fill air for inhalation 

yellow Earth bursts fiery gore 

hands of farmworkers touch Lushness of Lore  


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Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2025

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Suzette Richards Date: 9/6/2025 10:49:00 AM Oh, I love this Specular Fugue poem. Amazing refraction used, Ghiaro. FAVing it :) Login to Reply Suzette Richards Date: 9/7/2025 12:13:00 PM It is my pleasure to share my passion with fellow poets, Ghairo:) Ghairo Daniels Date: 9/6/2025 11:31:00 PM ThkU 4 read, Su. PS. I enjoyed your book. Gave me increased awareness of how poetry, human history & consciousness dance together to inform expansion of Godhead both in linear & non-linear form. How you’ve woven poetic examples between the history was effective in making your arguments. I appreciate your crossing my path contributing to much needed focus. X

Dr. Vandana Sharma Date: 8/31/2025 9:19:00 PM The "anndata", farmhands working tirelessly to feed us all. Login to Reply Ghairo Daniels Date: 8/31/2025 9:28:00 PM Yes. Some people don’t even see them. Have a blessed week, Doc.