mutation of sand
transformation
by furious
purgative fire
eradicates traces
the granular
moral impurities
rids the regrettable
footprints that
told all the world
of past journeys
ill taken and now
best forgotten
while leaving
in place of
lamentable days
a new sparkling
clean vessel of
crystalline clarity
formed to receive
and display
those tomorrows
that promise to bear
lessons learned
with a fresh
sense of pride
This is deep, true and filled with hope. Thank you, Paul.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it, elouise
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and so much more, now, then just a piece of glass!
Oh this is so brilliant! How do you get all this from just glass? Well done!
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my mind often takes its own surprising path
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Beautiful Paul, poetry and gorgeous artwork.
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many thanks
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Subject matter! How you discover or decide upon subject matter then nail it in poem is quite beyond me, Paul. Nevertheless, you do succeed each and every time!
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pharmaceutically induced addling
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beautiful !
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thanks kindly
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Some say God’s love is like a refining fire . . . Our footprints turned into cathedral glass! I like it!
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“And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.”
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Sir P. F. Lenzi. Once more i must say that I appreciate a piece of your work. Not only for the content, the intent, but the ability that i say that makes a true poet, that is the ability to make poetry out of everything, one that I still have to master, but you Sir, have the great domination of. This, along with the picture prompt that is always marrying the poem itself. Great, inspiring. Keep up the Amazing work.
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your kind and thoughtful words touch me deeply
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I love this! Really beautiful.
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I appreciate that very much
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Absolutely beautiful, I was compelled to read aloud. I love it. 😀
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I’m pleased to know that it worked for you
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it don’t look good, I know
but don’t take on so
just remember truth
–
piss poor translation
marcus aurelius (sorry)
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sounds close enough – I knew old marc well – we used to roll knucklebones behind the colosseum
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“Glassblower’ moves me to hope for the promise of lessons learned to bear fruit. It’s a great lens for the words of your poem.
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we live in hope
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Reblogged this on bigbanglifeasweseeit and commented:
Pragmatic..😉😊
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Hi Paul Went to a glassworks in Venice to watch glass being blown into vases. Amazing! Thank you for liking my poem “Street Scene!” Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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much appreciate, malc
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What a grand journey your word craft embarks us upon Paul! Your close is a trove of hope and clarity!
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many thanks, don
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as others noted, the concept is rich with possibilities. given, then, that it’s a fine poem, i hope that you don’t mind a suggestion. for me the poem might end a few lines earlier. i think that the poem, beginning in the lines “display/ those tomorrows/ that promise to bear…” is telling the readers what the point is, in case it wasn’t clear. but i think the poem already has shown us the implications of the sand’s mutation in “clean vessel. “
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thanks for the suggestion
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