Full Spate
In this enlightened age
the nearer I come to my final
breath the brighter sun
looks when it rises each day
and the fiercer tumble
green waves to break on a beach
bleached to more silver
than I can remember seeing.
Louder each feathered song,
extra vivid flowers bloom under
much bluer sky, ultra
intense howls a storm as it
thunders thru' landscape
renting and lashing with wilder
spates of cleansing rain.
Waking to view combinations
as morning in full spate,
expresses a clearer fascination
seems to make senses
the keener to join glad exultation
for nature's beauty,
and glory in new ways of viewing
with joyous sensation.
Just being alive is enough if love
lights the day for when
closer draws endings seems greater
the need to peer again
and hear how earth's ready music
vibrates so gracefully.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments7
Great write
Superb write and you are so right about the sun getting brighter as we get towards our last breath.
A fine write Fay. I never knew there was so much! I must get me coat and get out more! heehee.
What you have poetically so well expressed, is indeed very relevant in our our Enlightened Age! Despite the advances of science with its String Theory & the Higgs Boson, we have not been able to fathom the full beauty & mysterious creation of the Lord! During the 3rd century BC it was the Greek philosopher Pythagoras who had said that the revolving planets create music in the depth of space! Thanks for sharing Fay, -Raj, New Delhi
Common theme in today's postings and another truly great write Fay.
I love the free-flowing form of your poetry, Fay. This is another beauty! You are a poet apart, indeed.
We grow much more appreciative. Nice.
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