Classic poem of the day
An old thorn tree in a stony place
Where the mountain stream has run dry,
Torn in the black wind under the race
Of the icicle-sharp kaleidoscopic white sky,
Bursts into sudden flower.
Under the central dome of winter and night
A wild swan spreads his fanatic wing.
Ancestralled energy of blood and power
Beats in his sinewy breast. And now the ravening
Soul, fulfilled, his first-last hour
Upon him, chooses to exult.
Over the edge......
Member poem of the day
our landscape trembles
in a storied web
worn cold with weather
whitewashed for another day
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the door opens and shuts
waiting for her
the immortal one and her music
played under a cloud
of the church organ
a hundred years old
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sun ...
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