Love's Labors

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    Love's Labors

    Scattered suspended thought marbles,
    glistens off the rolling water ripples.
    Each beacon, a love goddess’s reflection
    hovering in gentle pace from above.
    My love, shown to her many waters,
    broken in calculated prisms to be
    or not, now a scattered soul lost.
    If only calm could waves besiege,
    then love would be below as above.
    Where confused many angers laid,
    a single fire would be maid and I.
    Darkness and I would strangers be.
    This loneliness would give to light
    that illuminates a common shore.
    But this is not, forevermore.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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