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the lessons of miracles
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Hyacinth garden
if I ever read you, you know what I mean
with your words that twirl upon some distant screen,
you whisper of love and lust and the little death,
your tongue of verse it finds its metaphor breath
supreme empathy reflected with truth and pain
change the chemistry to the metaphysics of the brain
not by destiny but with the kernels of meticulous text
manifest of its fusion on a path relentless to the next
you are one of the number
at this point you are that subject
it is your tendency, they say
you are marvelous
I benefit from the exchange
set forth
write to me
reflecting maturely
on the lessons of miracles
Eventually on this road...we
Eventually on this road...we reach a point where we see life is about two choices. "grow or perish". Doesn't it seem like everyone would find a way to have joy in their hearts in this world if things were made more simple?
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
The Lessons of Miracles
Reading your poem I feel as though it is a miracle of communication between brain and language. To make a success of your works or everything fading before your thought. That spark of innovation.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57