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The spark, when it ignites
lifts to dizzying heights
words and thoughts to attest,
then disappears to rest.

the Muse sings her song
while we just tag along;
a scribe to the verse
that is both blessing and curse.

the Universe holds it all,
ideas and words to enthral
a cornucopia awaits
—until it abates.

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Visitor, Erato

Contributed by spike on Monday, 1st January 2018 @ 07:51:52 PM in AEST
Topic: poets

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The spark, when it ignites
lifts to dizzying heights
words and thoughts to attest,
then disappears to rest.

the Muse sings her song
while we just tag along;
a scribe to the verse
that is both blessing and curse.

the Universe holds it all,
ideas and words to enthral
a cornucopia awaits
—until it abates.

Copyright Â© spike ... [ 2018-01-01 19:51:52]
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Re: Visitor, Erato (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 2nd January 2018 @ 10:36:10 AM AEST
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A great way of looking at it all.
Great write!
Stanza two rings true :)

Re: Visitor, Erato (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 04:26:44 AM AEST
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Infrared that/'/s where it/'/s at, Erato
Man that/'/s where its at, there is no true
black that ever touched the Earth,
why my dear poet, do you not see that
it is all EMR, electromagnetic radiation,
and the clouds on a gloomy day are only
an optical filtering, they say dreams,
and what do they mean, all the plants dream
too, they dream of different light where still
their plant life hearts beats even in night
where there is still light. Beauty is they say
symmetry, she is Rokeby Venus
where light reveals the true nakedness
of beauty like only a human could see it
So what is beauty, an optical filter
Solar panels Photo voltaic,
that/'/s the way to go man,
Erato, it/'/s all the time
like the tiny blades of grass
the ground covering all over
this Earth, and yeah, sure, you
do need oxygen to breathe, so
that/'/s why they do their thing
But if you go high up, and I do mean
real high, and I/'/m not talking about
smoking the marijuana, but real high
up in them Himalayas, you know
Mount Everest kind of high,
she loses some of her desire
simply because the mind is struggling
for air, it/'/s all about air to breathe
in Erato
I like it though
what you say here about Erato
Spike.
It reminds me of the silent movie
actress Elanor Boardman
look her up in wikepedia,
Watch my favorite film of hers
"Souls for Sale"
Tough times back then,
they fight and bicker and
there are street fights,
and then there is this scene
on the crowded beach filled
with people, filmed in the twenties man,
almost like it was yesterday,
in black and white.
Almost like a visitor
from yesterday, stuck
around, not knowing
why there are stars.
Peace!

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