The Shillington Strophes

The Shillington Strophes

A Poem by Michael Oliver
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a few days ago returned to where my heart still remains - or so I thought

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                          A mute twilight textile
                          A fabric eye wandered
                          The golden dust ripens
                          Wefting with the present 


                          Now tunes - now graves
                          Scythed grass - seasons once
                          Hay feeds this somewhere
                          Reflected by there song

                          Lensed with the pilgrimage
                          All things make focus
                          Distance blurs  in passing 
                          Beneath the suns setting

                         

© 2013 Michael Oliver


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Added on August 10, 2013
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Michael Oliver
Michael Oliver

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I like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..

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