New Come Slow: A Cinquain

Slow start
In shallow heart
Without youthful vision
Or elevation of the soul
Made whole




9 thoughts on “New Come Slow: A Cinquain

  1. Reminded me of ancient offering of my own:

    True unto ourselves
    We become
    A mindless assemblage
    Of wastrels,
    Heedless of the adurations
    Of reality
    Paying homage only to the visionaries.

    1. Ah! I love it, my friend… You know, if I haven’t already told you, you really should consider a blog. You’re well-read, educated, think well, write well and versatilely… Give it some thought! I think you’d enjoy it, too!

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