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Monthly Archives: June 2017
Pearls Before Swine
PEARLS BEFORE SWINE By PoeticMeditations A vein cut open – each drop of blood Pools upon the page to form each word. Lovingly handcrafted into lines, Aged in oaken barrels like fine wine. Till meaning and form merge into one … Continue reading
What is True Has Become a Lie
WHAT IS TRUE HAS BECOME A LIE By PoeticMeditations What is true has become a lie, A lie has now become the truth. Now fish can sing and pigs can fly, The truth itself is simply moot. We’ve all gone … Continue reading
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The Hand Of Time
THE HAND OF TIME By PoeticMeditations The hand of Time has touched the bloom Which now begins to slowly droop To end what started in the womb; The upright head begins to stoop. Supple edges begin to fray, Colors start … Continue reading