sublimity

sublimity

A Poem by isole
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one of my first poems

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Dark, biting, unwelcoming night
A morning glory peaking through the black
Vibrant, illuminant glory

But it is not morning

In a field of closed, unforgiving flowers

One confused glory opens

It will never be accompanied
     Drinking, eating, sleeping alone
Surrounded with peers y which it will never be forgiven
Alone

Alone and beautiful

Always vibrant, but never showing to the open eyes of day
Strange in a field of its own kind

© 2010 isole



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isole
isole

Arcata, CA



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I enjoy noticing the beauty of the understated, but I often fall for the overtly glamorous. I forget the importance of solitary contemplation, and escape into meaningless socially justifiable activit.. more..