Philosophy

At the soft orchid's early breath,
I trailed the yawn of this world entire
To the stone seat of soundless death,
And swelled on wisdom and formless fire.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Frost-like...only to me, much deeper ....
i just love this piece....
the second line is a standout...
wisdom and sense seem to be asleep these days in this world.
really good writing, Darrell.
j.

[Darrell Landstrom]

Thank you!