The Writing On The Wall

This is a beautiful poem friends, by David Redpath. Please visit hi site for more.

Can you hear a whisper in the air

with that certain scent the serene

accent of a reality much higher?

Like the clockwork of a Wagnerian

concert upon a flow of celestial

poetry Do you have an ear to hear?

When it comes down to the state of

the heart do you even care? […]

The Writing On The Wall

22 responses to “The Writing On The Wall”

  1. Good afternoon Mariana
    I hear the whisper to me
    and past souls
    their smell of all kinds
    in their past
    her life today
    my serenity
    comes into turmoil
    about external and internal
    Superior force
    the clockwork
    from self-obsessed
    the flow of the universe
    his ice-cold hand
    gets through the skin
    from mother earth
    behind the blue sky
    its icy night
    banned for protection for us
    the mills
    of grinding words
    of the songs
    with and without orchestra
    which the simple heart
    for whole days
    delusional against them
    Human dignity
    want to lull
    Reply to: David Redpath
    Best regards
    Hans Gamma

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