The Happening Poem by Dawn Novus
The Happening
This hallowed happening
Looked upon as from hoisted high places
The flight fancied free fervoured finches
The third ripple
From the dropped stone center
Echo's right clear
To Poseidon's ear
The Word drives tender toned tillers
To undulate in pure
Poetic extasy
Never showed its splendor
Is only found and fancied full
In the intrepid travellers
Tea leaves and heart edges
To undulate in pure! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/25/2024 5:54:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So I've been reading your postings from earliest then forward and came on this one, Loza. This reminds me of the first or one of the first by you I read. Exactly what you’re expressing here eludes me, but I’m drawn by the images, by the alliterations. It draws because it intrigues... Have to sgn off now. Be well! -Glen