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Post by Bromanoph on Jul 11, 2021 14:39:20 GMT -5
Oh, Mother!
All cicadas and acacias sing your praise in cadence, the roses, too...
The candor of your colours, the caroling joy of the bee buzz, the fuzz on the whisper of the milkweed, the oaks and aspens and ashes All since your praise (in cadence)
As I, witness, try to remember the song.
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Post by winddance on Jul 12, 2021 11:28:52 GMT -5
wonderful, this one speaks to me, in cadence.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 13, 2021 21:32:03 GMT -5
Bromanoph, brother, this could be the ultimate mother's day poem. But it is much more than a holiday celebration. It is a celebration of the divine feminine that permeates the universe and nature.
John
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Post by gypsy on Dec 14, 2022 16:30:18 GMT -5
Les Allitérations … j’adore!
It rolls over to a complete stop. Reflective. As to avoid crashing. (what was felt)
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 14, 2022 18:58:09 GMT -5
Hey Brom, this brings recollections of a song by John Denver, I think maybe Follow Me. But yours is far more poetic.
John
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