Morning

words are flowing out
like floods in mind's desire
what 'tis i am and burns my fire
until all utterances end

and were do utterances end?
'tis in the fires of a halting
where the instant fades away
like the turn of night time into day




Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-02-21 at 05:28

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John Ashleigh
Your wording is full of realism - you capture the question, and its many answers. A really brilliant write, and a pleasure to read. Keep writing, my friend.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-15


ngaio Beck
Your phrasing is wonderful
2011-02-22