The will of time,
will of destine,
horseman the bow,
ephemeral the whole,
empty obolus bowl...
Lost gravestone,
Doctor Watson,
grace of marble,
dear miss Marple...
poor wine of glory,
poets ,vain syllabus ,
no respect for haikus ...
"Hereafter parlor ,you've a call !
Are we only spectators ,
in a shadow theater
grimacing its voices in the void ?
- Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 21st, 2023 10:30
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Fantastic. Asks a great question.
thanks for your pertinent comment .
''I like to keep a slightly caustic eye on the big questions my dear Watson ! "
Thanks for your philosophical creation!
Je l'aime beaucoup !
Eloquently said, nice poem!
Thank you der friend. Brighton seagulls have a very inspiring musicality !
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