Posted in Poetry

Morn

Morn woke me
up with incantations –
the melodious twittering
of heaven’s sweet angels…
My eyes were made a melody
with the beauty of red flowers
of the flame of the forest…
Time became an enigma
floating in a soothing trance
across the vast expanse of the sky….
Joy is a pasture, a blues of birds,
a soothing gleam of pink and
a dialogue with the heart of
making beauty in the heart.

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I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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