Memorial to the East
By lupus tenebrae
East,
you’re pointed
at the river’s
end,
where no bridge stands connected,
and water, like rolling
plains,
laps at the shoreline,
bringing hope,
peace.
Peace
comes in waves
and empathic links,
true to
these felt surroundings
which are seen in shades of blue,
mock
versions of sky,
with jet trail
tales.
Tales
told
over
and over once more,
in cyclic patterns per evening,
and
final chapters per twilight.
never getting old,
never straying
far.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
A sanctuary, is a place that leaves as much of itself with you, as you do with it. This felt like a more natural shape poem than most, I hope it sounds just as.Comments on "Memorial to the East"
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On Sunday, February 26, 2012, dwells
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This left me just staring at the screen, not sure what it meant, but unsure of what it didn't mean as well. Thoughtful and deep, thanks for sweeping those dusty corners man, cheers!
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On Saturday, February 25, 2012, Magdalena
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Captivating as is the format....