poetry appreciation as...

a state of mind.

last post of poetry month 2019. 

                          "You will find that 

These days everything moves with 

A speed that almost escapes the eye

Yet it all stands captured perfectly at rest

And in dimensions transcending that present 

Now past – a solemn reality wreathes the bare trees

It is harder still to tell life from its imitation. 

 

Multnomah Falls, Spring 2019