The Ground Of Life Poem by Steven Federle
The Ground Of Life
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I am alone
in my high-back chair, listening,
attending to every sound, the breeze
through fluid curtains
strokes my thinning hair,
whispers poems
into eager ears
of the soft moaning of the dove
who warms her thin eggs
alone in that small place
above our front-porch,
telling me that love
is certain.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'He who is alone and is conscious of what his solitude means, finds himself simply in the ground of life.' Thomas Merton.
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4/27/2024 12:23:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When we are alone, we can hear the sound of small things, even the walking of the clock second by second! beautiful poem! picturesque!