Eliciting a tingle, up my spine, through my circuits, in my organism.
Words well worth pondering.
But wait there is more...
thanks for the new word fellow poet here,
'thew',
who knew?
that one so good, existed, out there, for me, and for you?
*thanks Richard Barnes!
Thank you Richard Barnes 16h. for the inspiration your poem gave this morning.
...a dune of sandy wasted time. Old age, feel the strength not from height or thew, but By a heart profoundly stirred by prophetic eyes through and through, the fullness of the past, But were we ever young? Now a prison of weary pain Dull remembrance of what has changed. Thrown off the cliff of time with mists that clogs a future pantomime when it all ends as the hour glass sands makes a dune of sandy wasted time.