Guest guest Posted April 21, 2002 Report Share Posted April 21, 2002 Why to speak in cryptic rhyme, the budding branch reveals the time. This mourning drop of springs repast reveals the the time of harvest last. To know the hour of prophets pall, unveil the heart that sees it all. Seven strong the family stands. Four that point to distant lands. One above and one below, and one that makes the center glow. Lose but one and know the cost. When one is gone then all are lost. Languish not on stories told, but witness what the moment holds. It's wanting more that brings the pain, and blinds the heart that love would fain. The light that guides the perfect view, has always been there, now, with you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 22, 2002 Report Share Posted April 22, 2002 As always you maintain that lovely balance of balanced meter, iambic rhyme subtle allusions and timeless time... You wax both poetical, aye, pellucid You beguile, entertain and charm us Your stanzas usually so lucid Now seem akin to Nostradamus... But one could not seek an elegy more fair Than this somber song so deftly penned I only wish that you might not despair And turn your poetic visions to Joyful odes, and mystic lines To bliss and harmony And love and laughter Once again... -Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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