The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
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The image of the tower. What tower? Well, a bell tower naturally jumps to mind. But there are other towers. The Tower of Babel. The Ivory Tower. A human body. Hmm. The last thought intrigues me. With that symbol we could go nuts talking about the human condition with its imperfections, hope, despair, and love. Or maybe its just a bell tower.....
Just a Bell tower, that's it, we're just a bunch of Ding-Dongs trying to survive in the length of sound.
Sandra, you tickle me to death! ! ! I prefer Hostess Cupcakes though they would make a sound like smoosh- smoosh- smoosh in that bell tower.
Frog's can't jump to high yet inevitably when a bird flies to low it hits the windshield of a car.. iip
I wish I wrote this poem. But since it has already been written, I wish I could one day write a poem that is anywhere near as good.
Now I get the prairie dogs, but I have searched hard and long to find the tempered catholic logic this lexicon of stanzas pours out like a bubbling stream, beautifully concealing its intent. It reads beautifully Neil