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Aug 2020

Pagan Paul

Chance
is being in the right place
at the right time,
coinciding with the orbit
of another searching
the aspirations that you to seek.
A connection needs attention,
a compliment, a smile,
an enquiry of mutual interest
that engages instantly.
The abdication of convenient norms,
a shift in behaviour,
adopting a new travel direction.
It requires no discrimination,
but an open welcoming mind,
conjoining parallel convergence,
Meeting.

© Pagan Paul (2018)

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#poetry #chance #meeting #luck #orbit

Aug 2020

Pagan Paul

When A Dryad Cries

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When a Dryad cries …

… the bright red leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pool
of blood

… forest green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pond
of heartbreak

… red and green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a lake
of sorrow

There is no sadder song
than when a tree dies,
there is no deeper grief
than when a Dryad cries.

© Pagan Paul (01/07/18)

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Old poem re-written
Dryad - A Tree Nymph/Sprite
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#poetry #dryad #tree #death #grief

Aug 2020

Pagan Paul

Faraway Bird

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Upon the warm winds of time
glides a perfect single word,
a flick of a wing sublime,
takes flight the faraway bird.

Space leaves room for another
who's adventure now would fly,
whispers the faraway bird
'Peace to thee, farewell, goodbye'.

© Pagan Paul (19/11/19)

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#poetry #release #freedom

Aug 2020

Pagan Paul

The Storm

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Alas we are cast into an ocean of grief,
prey to the monsters that lay deep beneath,
to shake and rattle the core of our beliefs,
rendered shipwreck shattered by jagged reefs.
Are we to grace our souls 'pon Neptune's teeth,
adorned and garlanded with a salt kelp wreath,
should our existence be so stunted and brief,
I beseech to expire like a storm silent leaf.

© Pagan Paul (03/03/19)

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#poetry #storm #lost #leaf