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Lily's Verse: November 2015

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Monday, 30 November 2015. I could not shine your truth as the stars,. Those cosmic mirrors of fire. Wheeling along Destiny's pathway. The Sun sustains my art,. As spalls of conjured, contrived radiance. Before my silent presence. You leach the core of your courage,. Drawing its essence into. Your lonely armour,. For I am your tractable ally in the wings. Of life's stage,. Powerless before your veiled eyes,. A voiceless inhabiter of this ephemeral.

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Lily's Verse: May 2016

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Tuesday, 31 May 2016. In Night's shimmering silence accoutred,. Reposed in a jewelled pause,. She sought a portent of golden hours. Upon the horizon, of wondrous revelation. Through blind mists of forgotten Seasons. The absent Moon rose. Into her pining spirit, that first receptacle. Of Life's supreme benefactions,. Through her every strand, plane and pore. Ocean and ether, struck breathless, gazed. Upon an unwonted vision,. A sparkling tear she...

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Lily's Verse

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Monday, 15 August 2016. A changeling light streamed across the forest floor;. Flowing, pearly fire bathed my yearning brow. A Knowing I knew not I possessed spoke,. The voiceless voice of my fervent seeking that Time. Not merely Moon echoing Sun, but a cosmic agency. Revives your Soul and Eye, this Night. This Poet of the Hour and Prophet of the ages ordains. That you here meet your newer self. Touched by radiant Hands that shape eternal skies.

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Lily's Verse

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Monday, 8 August 2016. A crackle glass Moon weeps. Over the silver-blue nocturne. Of the woodland stream,. Of our childish dreams, sisters. My heart drums alone,. Receiving this hour's legacy,. A beauty that at once. And renders it whole. Yet, my solitary path shall trace. An eternal question,. Its answer in a sky that in vain. My breath I bound to a vow. To these woods, where I invoked. The resonance of earth. Amid ghosts of yellow garlands.

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Lily's Verse: March 2016

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Monday, 28 March 2016. My untamed wanderer's spirit. The hidden language of your. Angel's heart, sister. Yet, my seeking eyes read your. Own, each one by turn. Beaming a different light,. As twin Moons,. Their paths and phases ever. In defiant discord,. Calling forth divergent tides. To the secret shores. Of your thoughts, mingling into. That trammelled your sky's blue. Of peril and perdition,. That cast you, torn and bleeding,. As a Universe,.

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Lily's Verse

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Thursday, 4 August 2016. An unrest like music afire. Lifts the mist,. Stirring the silenced Soul. To speak, to call to the gold. Upon the horizon,. That it may seek. The window of its wound. Despair's blade dulls in the. Hush of the half-light,. As an Angel's tears fall upon. The salt of bloodied ground,. That Earth may weep. No more for the fallen. A child regards the Abode. Of her deepest fears,. Tracing the blear edge of the. This is Hope,.

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Lily's Verse: June 2016

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Thursday, 30 June 2016. A tearless cry is your first silent pledge,. The silver key that unlocks. The doorway to breath, that you may. Yield to Fate's Circle. This herald of your path's commencement,. Your newborn wail,. Falls through the Sandglass' neck,. Raising your spirit into the Now,. Into a communion with the Moment. Your youthful steps shall forswear,. As you contemplate its fore and aft,. For such is a mortal's wont. Of hand and eye.

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Lily's Verse: April 2016

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Thursday, 28 April 2016. THE HEART OF THE ROSE. She alone hears the white whisper. Of the silken spume. Dripping from Aphrodite's skin,. Of the briny froth that moulded. The curves and waves. Of her milky-petalled coronet,. As the Goddess rose into Eos' Gold. The Divinity's purest Light she shines,. Her breath of Innocence. Sweeter than Chloris' perfumes. Amid her whorls, Nature reposits. Her florilegium of Peace. And winds, fire and earth,.

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Lily's Verse: February 2016

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Saturday, 27 February 2016. What force inclined your flame. Toward the next stretch. Of Eternity, sister,. Setting you upon the course to. Of an unfathomable plan? When did you mount that unseen. Tide that would bear. You to shores beyond knowing? Your earthly Bridge,. Rendered its trestles fragile,. Fashioned your casket from your. At what moment did you take your. Leave of Life, sister? Did you preside over your passing,. As Summer in the snow.

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Lily's Verse: November 2016

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The poet is the priest of the invisible. - Wallace Stevens. Tuesday, 1 November 2016. Plain not for the fading Star, this blessed Season;. Instead, shine your soul’s beacon. Upon that nascent orblet burrowed in the spiral. Of its timeless Within. Invoke that eternal Flame, pilgrims,. To its deathless whorls bequeath your treasures,. These distilled drops of truest joy. Your inner eye weeps,. That no mortal heart could ever claim. Let these rise as plumed jewels. This late Autumn Night,. I would never hav...