PARADOX

Michael Edwards

 

 

PARADOX

 

Hidden from the world they knew

the dead are buried deep below

the fallen oak where cold winds blow

in death its roots exposed to view.

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2019 02:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments7

  • Goldfinch60

    Clever and meaningful write Michael.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic M. yes, it's interesting if maybe we take country walks in each of the four seasons. I know we may have four seasons in one day sometimes. That'll save us some trips then! Just one per year needed. heehee.
    I saw fields, lakes, etc among bare trees, hidden by pleasant green hedgerows and trees in Summer. We've lot of evenings now - 364 new ones left this year.

    • Michael Edwards

      Walks in the four seasons - at the same time? - with only two legs?

      363.5 when I type this - its dark outside.

      • orchidee

        Are those evenings usually dark? And when is the change from 'evening' to 'night'?

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      • sylviasearcher

        Lots of meanings to this one but I took the one that meant the most to me and indulged myself.

        • Michael Edwards

          I shan't ask which one that is - thanks for dropping by Sylvia.

          • sylviasearcher

            Oh I wouldn't mind, just may have been very different to the intended. That's what I love about art. The magic that happens between artist and the receiver.

          • dusk arising

            This made me think of my hair. I'm still not sure where it went.

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            THANKS FOR SHARING : Uncle Mike its past 10 pm here ~ almost time for bed. Loved the Poem : my experience : of trying to rejuvinate Geriatrics (with exercise & massage !) is that people do die from their feet up ! Love the fluidity of your "damp canvas" water colour : very dynmic ! Take care of your feet : Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

            • Michael Edwards

              Thanks Angela, love the idea of foot massage but at the moment it's my brain that is in the greater need!

            • Neville

              yes indeed.. truth captured in water colours and words.... N

            • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

              Edward, this is a beautiful metaphorical poem that is presented equally by the talented artist's rendition of the winter chill.



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