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August 30, 2024

Since Feelings Lead The Way

By EPRobles

Since feeling leads the way
Since the heart strikes first,
Who would bother with the bones of language?

The cold framework of thought
Will never touch the flesh of your lips;
To be the fool, yes, the fool,

While Spring’s fever grips the streets,
My blood nods in agreement,
And kisses, they’re the truth we hunger for,

Not the dry crumbs of wisdom.
Woman, I swear by the wild flowers of the desert, do not weep;
For the grandest gesture of my mind

Is nothing but dust against the flutter of your eyes,
Which tells me—no, insists—we belong to each other:
So laugh, let the world spin away,

For life is not a sentence,

And death, I think, is no closing bracket.

:: 08.30.2024 ::

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August 30, 2024

THE FARMER

By EPRobles

Lilies, oh lilies! Where do they go
Beyond the fields of golden dreams?
Iris, oh iris! From where have they come?
Beyond the fields of golden streams.
And what of love? The farmer by the hay,
Faithfully tending the morning’s sun.

He walks the rows where shadows play,
In silent whispers, earth and sky,
The wind, a gentle, knowing sigh,
As he sows the seeds, the day begun.

He kneels to touch the soil so deep,
His hands a map of seasons passed,
In every line, a story cast,
Of hope and toil, and dreams to keep.

The birds above, in flight, rejoice,
Their songs a hymn to labor’s grace,
The farmer smiles, a quiet trace,
Of peace within his steadfast voice.

And when the night begins to fall,
With stars to light his weary way,
He rests beneath the sky’s soft sway,
The fields, his heart, his all.

:: 08.30.2024 ::

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