Sunday mourning

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    Fear not the loss of illusion seek not permanence Emrace the moment tis truely all we have An observation from an omnibus one early Sunday. The last two stanzas are superfluous. Adieu.

    Sunday mourning

    I saw
    one look
    from a woman's
    eyes

    that I
    shall never
    receive
    again

    to see
    some clarity
    in this
    revelation

    then view
    the meekness
    of my
    passage

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    Buffybytes commented on Sunday mourning

    12-18-2012

    A very clever capture of the moment as it orbits...However Sir Poet, a great many things may change in the course of a day~or with the change of a bus...:~) Well penned...
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    DrewMcNee

    12/21/2012

    "Sir Poet" - I am elevated, elated, honored and humbled by such praise. Especially since I appear to have forgotten how to spell in my comments. Alas, tis my fate. I can no longer chew the gum of which you refer. The coarseness of my day is much refreshed by your kind words. And one had to always have the correct change for the clippy. Is Well a relative of Will-i Am? :)

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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