EBB.AND.FLOW'S POEM'S, SONNET'S, & LYRICAL BALLADS: PAUSE ETCHED IN ICE

Sunday, November 16, 2003

PAUSE ETCHED IN ICE

Cold fall, leafless trees, wintertime noonday, I’ve just awakened, and coffee’s almost ready; still in my robe, I reach for toast, grab the milk, see what the news man will say, think about flowers that will bloom in May, about why the mayor has reason to boast, and about the snow outside, falling... Sign in to see full entry.

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Alongside our routes and roundabout ways we meander and sometimes philander but rare is the one who can not say these verses are anything less than fodder fodder for spirit and soul and wit and wanton wild wordplay sometimes fickle, sometimes fit; in song that won't wage less than almighty war on the villainous gluttons for greed and for gore; those vile ones whose foreplay on web sites and film creates quite a stir as it crosses the chasm to the cliffs of regret and the lakes of remorse where the charms of God's Spirit run like a course. Taste of this fine wine it's stored here for you; if the vintage is hearty, then the future is true.

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