This might as well be Mars, scarred and unrepentant, too distant to glow in heaven.
Our monuments to youth built with hurried hands, then toppled, then covered with sand.
Do you recall the worth of compassion, of rejoicing in our slaked passion?
No more, we say, no more.
And so we study upon the sky with our vainglorious trickster eyes,
our wisdom in cushioned layers, hurling shrill and jagged prayers,
standing alone, bare and barren,
with pleasures unfulfilled, and more monuments to build.
Such an interesting take on feeling like something is totally off…!
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Thank you… I’m a little bit worried, yes. 🙂
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Evocative poem, Steven. You have a way with words.
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Thank you, D. 🙂
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Lovely, Steven. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you again. 🙂
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Hi Steven,
Thank you for following my blog – I value seeing your maple leaf ‘like’. I particularly appreciate your photography which is consistently sensitive, original and excellent.
My best wishes to you at this time of the year and I hope you have a creative and spiritually rewarding 2017.
Phil
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Thank you, Phil. I appreciate your kind words. And I wish you the same. I always enjoy visiting your site and contemplating what you’ve written. I’ll still be around, visiting my favorite sites, reading, studying, enjoying the marvelous talents I’ve encountered. All the best to you, sir, in the coming new year. 🙂
Steve
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Thanks Steven, best wishes to you too.
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