eryri - Hello Poetry

**** those clichés I never thought would apply to me, But my love ebbs and flows unchecked as routine keeps its hold But on days like these when the whirlwind stops And as your lifetimes coalesce into a loveful mass A plumb line is thrown and tells of a soothing depth Which, on this day of rest, I sink into.

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May 5, 2024

May 5, 2024 at 4:09 AM UTC

Plumb Line

**** those clichés I never thought would apply to me, But my love ebbs and flows unchecked as routine keeps its hold But on days like these when the whirlwind stops And as your lifetimes coalesce into a loveful mass A plumb line is thrown and tells of a soothing depth Which, on this day of rest, I sink into.

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The path welcomes loners bypasses busy thoughts tunnels through mindscape offering no company no guidance nor direction what good are they when the unknown new is the destination?

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Jan 28, 2024

Jan 28, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC

Overmusement

The path welcomes loners bypasses busy thoughts tunnels through mindscape offering no company no guidance nor direction what good are they when the unknown new is the destination?

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Basking in a borrowed light... too short is the conjuring of joy while infinite degrees of freedom tumble tombola-like elsewhere out of sight and out of mind Can there be beauty in the rot? Is that not enough?

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Jan 23, 2024

Jan 23, 2024 at 9:15 AM UTC

Elsewhere

Basking in a borrowed light... too short is the conjuring of joy while infinite degrees of freedom tumble tombola-like elsewhere out of sight and out of mind Can there be beauty in the rot? Is that not enough?

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The path welcomes loners a tunnel under mindscape bypassing busy thoughts into seclusion and peace where fears flee the nest to do alone what they do best.

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Mar 21, 2023

Mar 21, 2023 at 8:25 AM UTC

Respite

The path welcomes loners a tunnel under mindscape bypassing busy thoughts into seclusion and peace where fears flee the nest to do alone what they do best.

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I had forgotten that such silence existed one that lets me hear so much over distances my senses cannot gauge... the bark of a dog doing its job the clanging of trailers and gates...somewhere. Birdsong, of course, is a constant But I leave them to it...no need to disturb. Not a socket in the house is on by the way a sudden Sun generates comfort enough. No Telly, no phone, no radio required instinct tells me to hear the quiet... better to receive than broadcast. A bright orange book lies beside me: It confessed all to me this morning. I'll remember this silence always.

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Jan 29, 2023

Jan 29, 2023 at 6:33 PM UTC

Silence Remembered

I had forgotten that such silence existed one that lets me hear so much over distances my senses cannot gauge... the bark of a dog doing its job the clanging of trailers and gates...somewhere. Birdsong, of course, is a constant But I leave them to it...no need to disturb. Not a socket in the house is on by the way a sudden Sun generates comfort enough. No Telly, no phone, no radio required instinct tells me to hear the quiet... better to receive than broadcast. A bright orange book lies beside me: It confessed all to me this morning. I'll remember this silence always.

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The ponderance of non-existence depends on the soul's resistance. Is death an altered state, or is unknowing nothingness our fate?

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Nov 11, 2022

Nov 11, 2022 at 7:23 AM UTC

But what?

The ponderance of non-existence depends on the soul's resistance. Is death an altered state, or is unknowing nothingness our fate?

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The Quintet in my head do not harmonise. They theorise and jeapordise.

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Sep 17, 2022

Sep 17, 2022 at 6:48 PM UTC

Quintet

The Quintet in my head do not harmonise. They theorise and jeapordise.

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I had forgotten this silence existed. One that lets me hear so much Over distances my senses cannot gauge... The bark of the dog doing its job The clanging of trailers and gates...somewhere. Birdsong, of course, is a constant But I leave them to it, no need to disturb. Not a socket in the house is on, by the way Spring's sudden Sun generates comfort enough. No Telly, no phone, no radio required, Instinct tells me to hear the quiet To receive not broadcast. A bright orange book lies beside me: It confessed all to me this morning. I'll remember this silence always.

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Mar 26, 2022

Mar 26, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC

Silence Remembered

I had forgotten this silence existed. One that lets me hear so much Over distances my senses cannot gauge... The bark of the dog doing its job The clanging of trailers and gates...somewhere. Birdsong, of course, is a constant But I leave them to it, no need to disturb. Not a socket in the house is on, by the way Spring's sudden Sun generates comfort enough. No Telly, no phone, no radio required, Instinct tells me to hear the quiet To receive not broadcast. A bright orange book lies beside me: It confessed all to me this morning. I'll remember this silence always.

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That mask of beauty Unchipped flawless marble Sculpted by aged chemistry Intimidates but seduces me Chokes thoughts, obstructs words A simple mind disconcerted by That mask of beauty.

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Mar 19, 2022

Mar 19, 2022 at 3:17 PM UTC

Mask

That mask of beauty Unchipped flawless marble Sculpted by aged chemistry Intimidates but seduces me Chokes thoughts, obstructs words A simple mind disconcerted by That mask of beauty.

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That vintage ache circulates Intoxicates and sobers alternately Spreads shame then clarity Hindsight is a cruel curator of the mind.

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Mar 13, 2022

Mar 13, 2022 at 6:09 PM UTC

Hindsight

That vintage ache circulates Intoxicates and sobers alternately Spreads shame then clarity Hindsight is a cruel curator of the mind.

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