Classic poem of the day
After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships o......
Member poem of the day
drifting home
with the autumn leaves
colored into the earth
a spirit dream
as you walk along the lawn
all covered in leaves
this spot where
you stand, molded
like a statue
and chiseled deep
into the earth
my spirit lay
beneath the autumn wind
inside a blanket
of all your colors
thoughts like a net
woven into the fabric of the wind
to capture what little impulse
there is to escape...
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