George Murdock

Need Is A Sturdy Tabernacle - Poem by George Murdock

The pockmarked yellow moon
falls through the evergreens
through slender arms
along the still boulevard
driving in a trance
the fragments of music
burst in and out of conciousness
I wonder as the world awakens
in a rising storm of purpose
how many of us are at
the breaking point
how many of us have only begun
the fight of their lives?

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  • Rookie - 145 Points Nimal Dunuhinga (3/16/2010 10:26:00 PM)

    A great notion George, this sturdy tabernacle I see on and off in my fading dreams? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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