Poem -
Epiphany In D minor
again and again, the world renews the spike in the palm
and north winds bear down upon the inky black
where dead stars illuminate the zodiac of our inner defeat.
an upturned display of seedless fruit against a backdrop
of discrete harm... and the south wind scratching at the twinkle
of a last act. a mirage of poppies and golden wheat
from which the bread of our maker is baked into the glamor
of so much solitude in a galaxy
in your house.
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Comments
Interesting chords structure..... Well played .....thank you.....all smiles.....enjoyed its rhythm.
great write, such vivid imagery
LornaΒ
Thank You ! I am back at my task nowadays; and it good to be back. I truly appreciate your feedback.
Congratulations, August.
I'm so very glad to see your unique, vivid and compelling approach to the taming of old Pegasus being recognised in this way.
A monster of our kind...but sacred nonetheless.
Kudos, my friend.
J ;)
I HAD NO IDEA !!!! WTH ????!!!!Β
OK then.... I am So Honored !!!!
Yay !
Hi August, Great job. Congrats! Warm regards. Cheers.
Hello August...
Congratulations on your win!
Hugs...
sparrowsongΒ
congrats on a grand win!
Well done ?
Well done, August, on a fine win.