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an apparent purification
serene and pristine
soft illusions of sinless ground
a gleaming cold interlude
placid still setting in
blue-tinted glow-light
of three winter moons
between seasons of signs
left by waxing and waning
ambitions who vied in more
ruthless arenas of summer
but here and for now
beneath bloodless white scapes
human nature lies dormant
till the damnable tracks
of iniquitous men
at their merciless deeds
reappear with the thaw
among here-and-there
traces of nobler humanity
Poesy plus Polemics 
I love this Paul, we all have a period of dormancy and this is Mother Natures. So beautiful.
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many thanks for the compliment
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Even the blizzard inspires the poet within us. A great winter read . . .
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quite a cold snap going on
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So basically like, you’re saying that the land is pure of the evil deeds of men in the winter, until the snow begins to thaw and the iniquitous men come back (from hibernation?), along with the few good-doers, in spring?
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so basically like, I’m saying interpretations are entirely up to the reader
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I love this Paul and the picture is gorgeous. “soft illusions of sinless ground”
Perfection my friend!
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thank ever so kindly, penny
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This poem left traces of nobler poetry in my mind, a lovely piece of innocent and quiet art!
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your kind comment is sincerely appreciated
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“…blue-tinted glow-light
of three winter moons…”
Wow, great lines!
Yes, often here in the lakes Region, mountains, and everyone’s backyard, in winter, glistens. Where traces of humanity are found here in spring; often on well worn paths. And yes, we do keep an ear on the ground listening to the sound,
“…of iniquitous men
at their merciless deeds…”
and, we will deal with their approach. 🙂
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a vow to make old John Stark proud
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So beautiful.
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thanks kindly
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Both statement and metaphor to be read in unison within this classic poem. Hopefully, its theme will not be lost on others.
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alas, they are a breed deaf and blind
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Reblogged this on Br Andrew's Muses and commented:
Writes like I do… very insightful
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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My pleasure
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The blue stillness in the picture glows. I’m content to be dormant and let the business of the world go along without me for a spell. Wonderful poem.
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me, too
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I especially love pieces like this for their beauty and how they draw on fond memories of winter trips high into the mountainous ranges of my homeland. It is quite a spectacle. As always, Paul, your writing brings calm and quiet reflection. Beautiful.
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I very much appreciate your comments, don
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