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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  • 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'?

        • Michael Edwards

          It's when you change the letters Orchi

          • Michael Edwards

            It's when you change the letters Orchi

            • Michael Edwards

              It's when you change the letters Orchi

              • orchidee

                I'll change the letters, I said, I'll change... I'll do it 3 times as you have!

                • Michael Edwards

                  I've got a new mouse and its breeding like anything.

                • 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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