Master of the Stars
what disconnected chain
can hold a lunar orb
in the perfect balance
between light and dark?
Can the herald
with one magnificent note
spin sense
unto this unreality?
or will for all time
the seasons be reversed
the tides fail to ebb
and will the flow
of reason
End???
This rather complicated piece comes from Roger Baut’s prompt for Wednesday Wakeup Call at The New World Creative Union where many pieces of a puzzle were meant to be solved or written or created
The question of life’s balance so finely represented in your poem….enjoyed it.
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Hi there Leslie. Thank you for adding your light and essence to our NWCU WWUC, with your finely tuned and crafted poem of moonlight and silver thoughts. I also enjoyed your combination of the several elements, especially these lines,
“Can the herald
with one magnificent note
spin sense
unto this unreality?”
It certainly would be nice if he could!
Kudos, Leslie!
Roger ☺
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There’s a terrific amount of kndweloge in this article!
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The balance of life and the world … very well expressed 🙂
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Ennhigteling the world, one helpful article at a time.
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Leslie! Love this…did you compose the image as well? Love the crescents attempting balance…fantastic!
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yes my drawing abilities are certainly not what they used to be – crude but symbolic. Thanks
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I echo roger’s sentiments. perfect ending to a complex work, friend leslie 🙂
Monty
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Reblogged this on IndiePoetic Revelations and commented:
Leslie, amazing photo/drawing, Roger Baut’s amazing composition to follow, I feel the balance of my creative energy shifting one orb to the other. Thank you for sharing, i very much enjoyed reading.
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Hey there are using WordPress for your site platform? I’m new to the blog world but I’m triyng to get started and create my own. Do you require any coding expertise to make your own blog? Any help would be greatly appreciated!
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I visited a lot of wteisbe but I think this one holds something special in it. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy I were but little happy, if I could say how much. by William Shakespeare.
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