Gyre of blessing–
The eye of the Universe
controlled by the ebb:
protracted from the source
of a broken heart.
We all feel your success;
the benefactors of your generosity,
but lost we sing your broken tune.
The blue oasis
gathers mithral of palm fronds
and settles in peace;
while wars wage in the effects–
But the cause of your heart lives on.
Understanding of you
comes quietly in the night
as a kiss far off;
awaiting the home it knows best–
We shall not labor thoughtlessly;
our souls know better,
and we are better
because you made us.
--Stephen Martin, 9/21/19
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In a nutshell, post your poetry below for consideration in my monthly, online, blockchain, poetry journal.
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