Mythopoeia

~ A blank sheet of paper     Awaits to be filled; Marks, unto letters;     Words, to be spilled.   Lines, run to margins,    To keep them entailed: Thoughts put on paper,     Potential, trammelled.   Like gardens that taper     From fresh fallowed fields, Thoughts are the crops,   […] Continue reading

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An Idea of Reason

~ In nearing the end     of Summertime season, One wonders where Winter,     Spring and Fall go.   The Young Ones     who made it,  thus far,          are still here – Amazing,     since Chance         is a Fiction  unknown.   As Fledglings depart,     it marks a new season; It begins just […] Continue reading

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