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Winter’s blank, cold world
cleansed by Jack Frosts glassy contempt
‘til a perfect canvas awaits
Apollo’s kiss, Gaia’s intent.
In the tomb of iron and earth
quiescent, verdant tongues lie.
Youthful souls, no more weeping
we are not dead, but sleeping.
Rise, awake to a twilight world now o’er run with gold.
Swallows now split the sky with songs of old.
Accompany the liberated brook
that man and god had long ago forsook.
The splendour of stone and silence finally surpassed
by blooming blossom unfurling from her bed at last.
Beauty has awoken, aged things at last renew.
Heavens palette, never tire while artists hands imbue
mortal minds with radiancy
blind to Eden’s fallacy.
Now under sullen, stretching boughs,
ancient oak mumbling in the breeze,
restful souls can make solemn vows,
before first falling autumn leaves,
that human hearts shall bear the sun
though colder years are still to come.
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Opinions from Olympus
Posted Sep 11, 2008
Very good write. The first and third stanzas were well written. The lines about the gods had some intrinsic value at face read, but when I thought a little deeper about the gods, I started to like it more. Nice theme, pacing and wording.
The middle stanza didn't really do it for me. ... (
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