Mountain cedar and midnight chill
mix and spill through
my open window; while
the rise and fall, caressing
songs of passing,
homebound travelers
speak of certain commonalities,
magnified in solitude
by distance or by fate.
Yet, the brief existence
we share in some way
makes us more complete; and
what was this day begun,
has been for now concluded,
if not forever done.
In the end,
nothing
has disturbed
the rhythm, or
the order, of
the universe.
Author notes
Dear Reader -- Please consider purchasing my book of 28 poems titled "Of An Ever Present Past". Its available for only $8.00 at www.cafepress.com/chapbook There is also a companion music CD by the same title featuring 80 minutes of my all original instrumental music. Only $9.99 at www.cafepress.com/kenmowery
Written January 26th, 2004
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I really love your natural, flowing style ~ Polly
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"Yet, the brief existence
we share in some way
makes us more complete" i love that part :-)
That last line really sums this up nicely. Well done.
~ Wendy -
i like this poem! the style you used added more dash to your words in my opinion.
no matter what status or differences we as people have we all share common, everyday things... often not even thought about.
in the end it life happens as it should and all is carried on without change
"In the end,
nothing
has disturbed
the rhythm, or
the order, of
the universe"
that says it all...
really great poem to read first thing in the morning!
thank you
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