Life Is Mystical

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Where have all the artists gone?
Were all of the poets put to death?
Hung by paper leafs,
Ink quill fatal injection?

Why do I not read of
sparkling stars?
They speak not a word
but the loyal light
of their constellation
brings always

And why do I not read of
two craggy peaks
and the soft moonlight
between them?
A gauzy shawl on
bony shoulders.

Has no one noticed that
after the storm,
Mother Earth's

ten million
jade pine needle fingers

are dripping grace?

Does no one watch
Trees bowing down
to the mother
in the
winter wind?

Life is mystical
it simply doesn’t seem so
we’re used to it.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

I think your take on this is interesting though I don't think it's so much it's we're use to it but that we take it for granted-just my opinion..

Starward's picture

This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read; and I have been reading poetry for over three decades!


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