It’s always night when new horrors come
only in the hours between consciousness
the dreamwalker’s realm
when those who kept eyes open
see shadows cast by the midnight sun
and know this waking dream for the nightmare that it is
It’s walking with a midnight caravan
when dawn is only a memory behind
and even blind searching in the night
finds only deeper darkness
Then to the still sky plains go the walkers of shadow
carrying on their backs all those lost worlds
that never made it out of spinning death
and now this one merely a step ahead
is racing those same shadows around around around
slow circles in the evening sky
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Guys, the emperor has no clothes.
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18 responses to “Slow Circles”
Beautiful imagery ❤️ Well penned!
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Thanks so much (: cheers!
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You’re welcome! Cheers back!
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Still, the people of this country are perverse enough to re-elect a loser. It’s happened too many times before.
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True. There just seems to be a widespread inability of a lot of people to see beyond the narrow strip of life directly in front of them.
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really well written 🙂
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Thanks so much! (:
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I love this poem! The imagery is fantastic and on point! I could feel myself there in the environment you described, looking up at that evening sky. Great work! 😀
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it (:
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You’re so very welcome! I really did; it was a wonderful poem!
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By the way, I don’t know if you do any of those blog award things that get circulated, but I did my first (and probably only) one the other day and nominated you to continue it. If you feel like it! Cheers (:
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Awesome! I do participate in those (although I’m very behind with ones I’ve already been nominated for). I’d love to check your post out and participate in that one, though! Thank you so much for the nomination! I really appreciate it. ^_^
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Sounds good! Cheers (:
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Thanks again for the nomination! 😊🎶
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No clothes–and it’s not a pretty sight. I watched part of an interview last night with the author, Bolton–who wrote the Trump memoir. I was fascinated, admired his courage to write and publish an expose book close to an election…and I’ll admit, fearful for him: if he suddenly dies there needs to be an investigation. Great poem as usual–such a literary gift, truly.
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amazing work
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Thank you (:
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The emperor has no clothes and the dog is without a bone…there is nothing he can provide to someone…he is not allowed to be understandable…nothing he can come together with that is interesting.
Donald Trump is what is understandable in the world today or what people believe in their ability to see and hear even if they don’t agree. Something else would need to become understandable about what can and can not be seen and heard in the world for there to be a unified human conglomerate as the show.
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