Classic poem of the day
Silvers and purples breathing in a sky
Of fiery mid-days, like a watching tiger,
Of the restrained but passionate July
Upon the marshes of the river lie,
Like the filmed pinions of the dragon fly.
* * * * *
A whole horizon's waste of rushes bend
Under the flapping of the breeze's wing,
Departing and revisiting
The haunts of the river twisting without end.
* * * * *
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Member poem of the day
The pacing ache of
powerless waiting and
contemplating the Greek of
“prognosis” for
the first time
while powerless
against the pacing
and pacing, and
waiting.
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