Pulse Beyond Impulse - 1140 - Current Version - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Beyond sore heartache, door more dark
[f]lush echoes of the [s]winging lark,
pulse empathetic purifies
hushed moonshine seen through sharing eyes.
Beyond head throttled thread then hark
to thrush's rush, let anguish stark
from dust to dust itself supplies
return, let shared emotions rise.
Beyond all stares segmented park
predispositions unkind, mark
of Christmas Past imprinted. Wise
is [s]he who comes to realize
what's sought beyond thought may be found,
what's caught is freed, fresh fo[u]nd waves sound.
(4 August 2009)
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