720 Full Moons (a new poem of Life)
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720 Full Moons (a new poem of Life)"...life is magic within magic, a grand illusion, |
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RE: 720 Full Moons (a new poem of Life)Quote: Originally Posted by dahlusion "...life is magic within magic, a grand illusion, a cosmic crystal, a mystical pipe-line of souls seeking physical sensations: sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste: we are the magicians of our lives, the mystics, the wizards, the shamans, and creators, the story-makers, story-tellers, the editors and publishers:" from the poem: 720 Full Moons (a new poem on Life) Please read and comment, Peace and Light, Dah I read it, and was mesmerized. I shall read and reread it to ingest the majesty of it, especially as it reminds me of "Invictus" by William E. Henley. It is a far grwnder and more intricate poem than the "Invictus," Congratulations are deserved. Last edited by cousinsoren 03-28-2010 at 05:59:22 AM |
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RE: RE: 720 Full Moons (a new poem of Life)Quote: Dah, I like your poem. It is like putting together a lot of things in one short write. It's mistifing and good.I did read it twice. You can look at it in many different ways. It houses a light of it's own ,yet encloses many territories to choose fromOriginally Posted by cousinsoren Originally Posted by dahlusion "...life is magic within magic, a grand illusion, a cosmic crystal, a mystical pipe-line of souls seeking physical sensations: sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste: we are the magicians of our lives, the mystics, the wizards, the shamans, and creators, the story-makers, story-tellers, the editors and publishers:" from the poem: 720 Full Moons (a new poem on Life) Please read and comment, Peace and Light, Dah I read it, and was mesmerized. I shall read and reread it to ingest the majesty of it, especially as it reminds me of "Invictus" by William E. Henley. It is a far grwnder and more intricate poem than the "Invictus," Congratulations are deserved.  Good Job It has a lot of feeling to it.
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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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