Paul Amrod Poems
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It's The Poetry Of Life
It’s the poetry of life painting like the frost
on the tip of autumn’s breeze.
It’s the poetry of life found and never lost
Feeling comfortably at ease
Like a lazy summer’s day
Like two children lost in play
Like the story never told
from the yarn of times of old.
It’s the poetry of life bringing everything in view
Changing older thoughts to new
Warming winter’s bitter cold
As a storm comes raging through
to cleanse the atmospheric blues.
Improvising an esoteric line
to unleash the mysterious and sublime.
To guide our pathways as we cross
When the subconscious slumbers one is haunted with a barren quiescence
Awakening mornings with a solace
Nevertheless lurking is something ominous
Morpheus is on leave unfurling his wings surging in astral projection
extending beyond the Milky Way transporting his gift of somnolence.
The images will someday transform and return as a theater quite miraculous.
In this state between reality and escapism
we express our sense of introspection
through metaphors describing our somnambulistic and