Best Lathe Poems

THE JEWELER’S LATHE

Summer’s last rose
After many admiring morning visits
And with nature’s rusty brown and gold 
Surrounding, drawing comparison,
Becomes even more pink and beautiful

Being aware as being – native to all souls –
Nature strives to improve,
The old become new

New, alike the jeweler’s lathe
Polishing   ...

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My mother on a day of marked memory
By this cycling page of history
Gave me then my first nativity
I have no next title to her legacy
That stretches my skin to cover
The etiolated sagging of time
That since childhood over and over
Stripped me of the strict sublime.
I am...

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Run, Run, .... The Lathe
                             From Field's Feat's Sum!

Sound Sound's The Victory
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