yet scent of lilac calls to youth as
mermaid songs echo off cliffs rolling
into dew strewn meadows where moon
full is cyclopean pearl eye milky like gaze
of a blind prophet who has seen the nature
of gods when the veil of prayers has been torn.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With apologies to T.S. Eliot!
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Most beautiful images that seem dreamlike and visionary. Lovely a fave
Very good words Jon.
Andy
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