The Body

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    The Body

    My veins are those snaking rivers
    that connect the four hearts of earth
    those carriers of life and spirit
    that show us life’s true worth


    My flesh is that fertile soil
    where earth’s lambent tapestries grow
    the fields of Carthage before the salt
    the land tilled by Ceres hoe.


    My pulse is that skewed horizon
    where sky and earth dance, entwined
    where the palette of reds becomes one emphatic orange
    when the patch worked skyline reveal the grand design.


    My breath is that gentle, calming breeze
    when the auburn leaves embody Terpsichore
    that gentle whisper in your ear
    that recount the tales of yore.

     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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