“A Quiet Space” Where prayer her tome as the humming-bird whose pause is now heard among hallowed ohm. Her wings stutter, moan tipped o’er open bud hover; huddle home. Silent is her poem. rhyme: abba abaa (Poem pronounced “Pom”/long o)
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“Invictus” by Henley
This seems such a great poem to begin the New Year, 2014. “Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance…
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