J-oy
O-r
S-orrow,
E-veryone
F-eels,
I-s
N-eeded;
A-s
V-ivid
I-mages
L-et
L-ines
A-dvance
N-ature's
U-niversal
E-ssence,
V-iewed
A-esthetically.
©bfa043025
(Birthday of Josefina Villanueva)
No accident that the Bible has some of the greatest poetry every written -- for faith, God, cannot be expressed by mere means of clear, solid definition as a diamond of carbon in a laboratory chemically dissected and defined. God is known by cadence, synonym inspired, manifesting from the heart of imagination. Which is not to suggest, that God is not real, not truth -- it simply means, to my mind, that poetry is Love unconditional~ gateway, for literature's highest known form of expression. Far surpassing philosophy. A way of understanding and approaching our divinity both sense-fully and spiritually.
Coastline, rocky, rugged, proud,
Crumbling cliffs in ozone shroud,
Sun-kissed drifts of desert sand,
Golden frame of a sea cradled land.
Fishing village, atmospheric hub,
Brass band playing, outside quaint old pub,
Boats, all sizes, rest near harbour wall,
Wading birds sift through tide-filled pool.
Foliage explosion of a Cornish hedge,
Country lanes snake, and young birds fledge,
Ruminants, punctuating, quilted hill,
Buzzards soar and wise hares are still.
Tin mine engine house, towering stack,
Roof caved in, gorse and bracken’s back,
White clay peak, geometrical and sleek,
Earth’s riches gouged, canyon deep.
Moor-land, open, untamed, granite strewn,
Wild ponies dance to a skylark’s tune,
Tor and beacon, barrow and mound,
You’re in God’s own country,
When you walk this ground.
A TRUTH THAT I EXPLORED
sukumar mohanty
(1)
My sun had already in back,
Returning from the field;
I saw the twilight tube-well;
Eclipsed by the green arms;
And lonely in the rust.
(2)
But I hear the buzzes
Flowing from the mewling tap.
(3)
What truth I explored
For which I thought deep and deep,
Standing alone in frosted tuft,
And my little master giggled
wrap by a lot.
When a mine is explored remains as a big well
Passion enhanced his red face.
Because of her long embrace.
She knew she had won the race.
Because of his pace.
For Francine Roberts "Red" contest
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