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  • Suppose it lasts

    Suppose, of silver-tinted bells,
    Their lolling red tongues to tell
    The day beyond, the winter smell.

    Brackish grief, as suddenly
    A runlet of tears, engines humming
    Down the river of Sadness ... flooding.

    Away. Storm of ghostly greys,
    To fleck the empty days,
    And promise later longer sunshine rays.

    The deep protects, and with jealousy
    Perfects its own boundary;
    Starts to subsume, and beacon to delivery.

    Tinted with silver the grid of the motion,
    The tongues lapping, and lolling;
    Winter was frozen, and now is thawing.

  • #2
    This is one of the best poems I have read on this site.

    Every line of it!

    Both descriptive and emotive.

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    • #3
      That is kind, thank you Dwayne!

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      • #4
        Yes! To take your signature stream of consciousness style and add the rythm and rhyme. I am astonished and spellbound by this one. Dwayne is right!

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