March 26

March 26, 2015
by C
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If it comes unbidden, consider it
a gift–

If it comes rehearsed,
refuse it.

These days I almost
only trust the earth,

the roots that it harbors,
the life that bursts up from it

when it cannot possibly
wait one second longer–

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  4. amoralamusement's avatar
    amoralamusement says

    Always enjoy reading your poetry. This poem hits the depths of the soul!

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    S. Thomas Summers says

    From Macbeth or the death of Cawdor…

    My liege,
    They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
    With one that saw him die: who did report
    That very frankly he confess’d his treasons,
    Implored your highness’ pardon and set forth
    A deep repentance: nothing in his life
    Became him like the leaving it; he died
    As one that had been studied in his death
    To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
    As ’twere a careless trifle.

    Cawdor reheared his apologies; therefore they were as dust (or crap).

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    Springsteen says

    I dig this little poem. It makes me think on how genuineness is so hard to find, but like life on earth in the trees and flowers and roots, things can, every now and then, be honest and beautiful

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