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Hi Roger,

You've created a LOT of greatness since last time I was here!

I like all of them, I especially like this line:

"When logical brilliance can turn swiftly to violence"

(That's because we have to tolerate a lot of people who are not logical or brilliant.)

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I hope you don't mind if I post a new one:

Holding Onto Friendship:

Go outside, breathe the air, enjoy today,
get out of this place and stress goes away.
We just need to walk and hold hands,
admire the earth together if we can.

Not be cooped up with nightmares of forever,
with each passing thought of time together
building up anxiety out of control
from high expectations taking a toll.

Feeling like two north magnets resisting
the other personality, should be persisting,
getting to know each other's normalcy
as we both say we have, do we?

Let's just have fun and not be couple-making,
we're better to not be dream-breaking.
Look for goodness, passion and drive,
in the daily small things in our lives.

I like this very much.

There is too much emphasis put on loss and pain and disaster. OI like being happy much more.

Out of our exisiting family horrors we have still managed a lot of fun moments. They are far more important.

A smile is worth so much.

Roger

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Roger,
Your poems are both great. This one line in this one really sent me a message.

Personality is gifted but we have the power to change

We feed on praise but dine-out on love

When we fail to please ourselves

We need to know how to forgive

I love this, says more every time you read it. Power house statement.
Myrna

So glad that you enjoys my poem.

I like some feedback it keeps me writing.

I have a couple of really long poems but can't find time to type them.

Roger

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Roger,

Your poetry keeps getting better, there is no saying how far it can go, how splendid it has become. At this point I cannot tell a favorite, all your poems are outstanding. I lack the words to praise your work.

Thanks for sharing,

Miguel

Praise indeed my friend.

I gain so much joy from seeing words come together and even more when I can share.

Inspiration is a miracle. I frequently read my poems and think "Did I write that?", I did, but don't know how.

Roger

Snow Watching

© R L Macdivitt 2013

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I gaze skywards

Soft flakes caress and cool my skin

Eyelashes trap and dissolve the crystals

So light, so small, so light

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Like a stadium crowd they come

In twos and threes and in their tens

Jostling and spinning

Floating and settling like birds

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The whiteness obviou s at first

Then, seeming slow to accumulate

Imperseptively building a blanket of soft nothingness

All sounds around are softly muted

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Flake on flake, then,softly wind-blown

Swirling in hazy clouds

Drifting into corners

Hiding the ugliest of places

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Under the growing layers

Bulbs and stalwart plants enjoy some protection

Cold as it is, snow’s no match for frost

And while her pristine surface freeze,s her depths resist

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Sheep and cattle, deer and birds

Huddle for warmth as the chill grows

Heavy grey skies, featureless, brood high above

Dducks and geese make the best of open wate,r knowing . that each day brings a harder life

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On reaching dusk the bright reflection delays the night

The only ways that I can ckeck for the fall is by the feel

There upon my face or, by watching against the lamp

The flakesmerely showing as shadows

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Morning, and even the birds are hushed, everywhere a stillness

The snow, now no longer falling has blanketed everything

Small tracks, some light, some scurried

All that reveals the path of early adventureres

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The clouds roll back in a line

Revealed, blue sky deeper than Italian summer

Glinting and shining, the trees display

As if to compete with each other s pristine veils

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I know the cost of underestimation

Of ignoring the snow’s power to control

But, today I’m happy to revel in it’s beauty

And to thank my God for a beautiful day