Before first life -
a sea of primal broth.
Before the child
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Judging from what I witness in Washington D.C. every day all I see are men still uttering. Good write.
The himan experience is always vital, vivid and moving forward toward that infinite light that, though distant, can always be glimpsed by the true poet's discerning eyes. Take care, my friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
many wonderful couplets, each containing vast fields of thought and summarizing epochs of human experience. The last couplet is the real capper. So true, and yes, I think the most important and amazing of all! Excellent work. (Now get back to writing your cantata!)
What can be added to Wendy's and Tara's comments? This couplet writing is either brilliant or crap. Thankfully this poem falls into the former. It seems an easy task to write in this style and maintain a flow of image throughout. It is difficult indeed. To emulate the craftsmanship and sheer beauty of this poem would take a brave person indeed. Wonderful Robert, truely wonderful.
Erudite and provoking. Oh, I like this! t x
Ah, but it is the moving pens that keeps us moving (thinking?) forward, isn't it. The essence of our being is our ability to put pen to paper. Wonderful poem. I felt myself wading through the ooze a few times!