Your Arrival Poem by David Taylor
Your Arrival
Quixotian tilts
at flailing arms
of turning things
in mental whirls
are fervent hints
to cease to think.
And come to rest
in heart warmed
prehistoric
ground with
ancient stilling
sounds of
monastic chants
from the
distant past.
As the heavens
shine and
In their shining
sing the
hymn of life.
Your life within,
born at
the beginning
when time begins
and nothing ends.
except your
absence.
Wow! Diversity of style for you here, methinks, and boy, can you do it. Image-arousing and striking. t x
Striking imagework, as well as profoundly employed choice of impact diction...You continue to impress, my friend! ~ F.J.R. ~
This is very profane David, I liked it a lot well worth a 10 from me best wishes Lynda xx
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These short sentences are filled with more thoughts then ones twice their size...It makes me think of birth and our presence here on earth. lovely and wow! mm. :) xo