Arrythmia

A Poem by Pete

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. - Thoreau

Thunder humbles.

Lightning elucidates.

Blood curdles and cogitates.

Hearts hesitate.

Tears regurgitate.

Truth disinfects.

Faith dances and celebrates.

Souls soar with magical powers.

Below eternity and above destiny's hours.

Dandelions sprout jaundiced flowers ...

© 2020 Pete

Author's Note

"Each humblest plant, or weed, as we call it, stands there to express some thought or mood of ours; and yet how long it stands in vain!... Beauty and true wealth are always thus cheap and despised." - Thoreau

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Added on April 27, 2020
Last Updated on April 28, 2020

Author

Pete

Boston, MA

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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..