The Purple Tints

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    The Purple Tints
    I gaze up at the purple tints
    Of a dying sky
    I look down into a pool
    A gentle pond
    To my surprise
    I see there
    No reflection
    I found a tree
    It was ALIVE!
    Once, I’m sure
    I saw a picture in a book
    Of a bird
    Some say they could even sing
    I gaze through the panes of glass
    Well kept and stored
    Something the ancients once called
     a blade of grass
    Ah, if I could dwell within the past
    But that is something
    That has slipped beyond my grasp.

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    connsk8 commented on The Purple Tints

    06-08-2009

    Sad, I hope it doesn't ever have to come to this, but my daughter assures me, it is nature's natural cycle, man is just speeding it along...wonderfully put and imagined, thank you for sharing such a sad scenario and reminding us before it's too late, what a beautiful world we live in...
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    acrossthecanvas

    06/08/2009

    I thank you for your comment and interesting enough I have more poems about the beauty of the earth and how mankind is destroying through stupidity, war, and commercialism. Maybe there is hope for my music and prose in these modern times after all.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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