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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3921 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Autumn revised angelfeatures There is an earnestness to our wandering, Among the lustre and the peace, We hunt for meaning to the scene: The angle of the leaves; The smell of broken bracken Compressed beneath our feet; The lucid greens and auburn streaks That mingle in the trees. Our fathomless thoughts dissolve as gently as they come, Distracted by a rhythmical thump Of heavy paws pelting beside the stream. And somehow, by letting them sniff and dart Amongst meditative trees, We feel we are freeing them to their ancestry As we stop and breath in the crisp and plaintive breeze That seems to cleanse our beings, And then resign again to quiet reveries. And when we return to our nest, We remain intrepid and silent; All lulled by unearthy unrest And confused by heavy thoughts That daily life cannot afford. And in a pulse, ardently search for carnal comfort Amongst the tangible and known: To return to fumbling gluttony and groans, To inhabit trembling flesh and bones, To no longer feel alone, To bathe in lusty afterglow. |
