Poems About Louise Gluck Published by Members Recently Online
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
Too-Soon
You may “stop all the clocks”
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
#death
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
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31 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
Too-Soon
You may “stop all the clocks”
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
#death
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
1281 reads
31 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
Too-Soon
You may “stop all the clocks”
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
#death
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
1281 reads
31 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)
The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
#love
#summer
#winter
#mythology
#LouiseGluck
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13 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)
The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
#love
#summer
#winter
#mythology
#LouiseGluck
701 reads
13 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)
The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
#love
#summer
#winter
#mythology
#LouiseGluck
701 reads
13 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)
The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
#love
#summer
#winter
#mythology
#LouiseGluck
701 reads
13 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
30th Jan 2020 4:17am
The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)
The girl who disappears from the pool
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
will never return. A woman will return
looking for the girl she was.'
-Louse Gluck
She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.
But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.
So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.
This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs...
#love
#summer
#winter
#mythology
#LouiseGluck
701 reads
13 Comments
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