buildings and things

today's dying sun defined shapes

swallowed by the fully exploded quota of night.

 

How thankful they must be

for tomorrows reincarnating's of their existences

their repeated procurements of visibility

 

made able to marvel at themselves once more

in the clarifications of brightness

completely cured of the shadows contagiousness

 

these observations tempt me

to consider each tonight as Lazarus

each tomorrow as Jesus

  

 

 

◄ mettle ( yeah! and me too! )

head shot/s? ►

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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 28th Jun 2019 10:04

my BIG ( and then some) thanks be to commenters and likers three

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Martin Elder

Mon 24th Jun 2019 17:20

Superb poem Leon. Devon is right the last stanza is outstanding
Nice one

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 24th Jun 2019 10:37

wow on toast!

P&S xx

Devon Brock

Sat 22nd Jun 2019 17:38

The last stanza grounds the whole poem so tightly!

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LEON STOLGARD

Sat 22nd Jun 2019 11:56

and I feel literally better for it Rose ?

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Rose Casserley

Sat 22nd Jun 2019 11:51

Still brilliantly on track with your change in style Leon. Very cool!

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