![]() Midlife NativityA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
A smile, I feel, thereto whilst in my sleep,
In comforting grasps, where oft I don't lie I feel the transitions of the sun leisurely creep So bold, through the over stayed nigh Rays of light, piercing my eyes Like needles, yet I feel no fret As the sun grows bolder upon the skies Irregular ease, Mind and body at rest At the border of reality and a greater truth No frowns, from a body, in motionless mute Expositions of a world that lies in wait Instills no worry, no care, nor hate Unhurried the eyes, raises their gate Unfamiliar have become these familiar sight The clock screams out, 15 minutes late I raise my head, thus begins my flight Whilst I soar, with grounded feet This environment bright with unnatural colour The gaze into the mirror's deep Who is this strange and dashing fellow? By and by, this alien world, much stranger than the last And i who've been through many dimensional twirls Sanguinity runs through my veins alas © 2014 Kenneth Nicholas LoweAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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