"what are we ...but a whisper encased ...til' our sound seems erased.....
in a fathomless space....which requires no pace........
why do we......think that we could.....define every wood.......to a bad or a good...
in belief that we should...
how have I.....come to all this.....through a memory's mist.........and the strength
of a fist......to determine the gist......
where will these.....seeds that I've sown......spawn a brand new unknown......
in this place that I've grown......."
8 comments:
"What are we but a whisper encased..." Wolf, this is beautiful. Truly.
God, you KNOW I hate it when you rhyme!
:-)
Lovely, of course...you closet poet.
Ananji
wuff wuff ;) lol
was at a book reading..Steven Heighton..fantastic Canadian author...he was lamenting the limitations of rhyming in English and that we don't have a lot of words to work with like other languages....well he may be smart and talented(and highly respected and successful and published) but now I'm thinking he's just making excuses...I'm a rhymer, your a rhymer wouldn't he like to be a rhymer too? lol
That is lovely and musical and super duper wise!
Breeze
Holly....Chris....Tony....Breeze
love to all of you my friends !!!
'a whisper encased' and 'a memory's mist' wow, these images... stunning!!!!!
Thank you Shadow.....
Metis are the future. Only ones that I know will save North America.
Louis Rriel is my hero. Gabriel Dumont killed a few Mounties (14?)
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police are harbouring a serial killer in Prince George, B.c. Canada. The "Highway of Tears" works this way: a Mountie orders a young native woman hitch-hiker to step into the locked back of his cruiser. Most likely, her body will not be recouvered.
Wylde Otse
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