Jar Of Pickles Poem by Troy Clark

Jar Of Pickles

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There, where the moon blooms full
on an edge caressed by dust.

Where majestic things roam, and
creatures sit, amazed by its splendor.

A world new, unexplored, unopened
to benefit the needs of man.

There, kept in shadow, lost to be
any privilege, and help at all.

In the heavens above us, upon
a golden throne, sits, the Jar of Pickles.

Amen-

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
~ Jon London ~ 28 May 2008

Brilliantly composed piece, fantastic flow... thanks for sharing '10' best wishes Jon

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