Detached Observer Poem by James McLain
Detached Observer
Detached observers,
and features withdrawn
by fates hand,
that scours obscurity.
And around the fountain sits,
those like yonder,
loud rush's blood too whispers,
close and vain apart.
Alone amongst so many
and the moss hangs deep,
aglow the fireflies light,
grey sleep masks intention.
A sheer delight to read, and yes IT IS great poetry. Smiling at you Tai
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4/19/2024 8:02:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful poetry abounding in powerful, vivid imagery!