FROM FATHER TO SON AND ONA Poem by Phil Roberts
Nothing drastic
Nothing pure Noble stains Distinct liquid drinking Slipping and seeping Coming calm in the world Knowing nothing Calling into air Surviving Discovery Certain and uncertain motion Always motion Interior rivers pulse Ancient wisdom Reawakening Slowly Irresistably stretching Infinitely entwined Endlessly on By Phil Roberts © 2015 Phil Roberts |
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Added on August 10, 2015 Last Updated on August 10, 2015 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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