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    Violets bloom brighter,
    blue sky beams bluer.
    Eternity gleams bigger,
    my heart grows bolder.

    Light refracts further,
    the cold flees faster.
    The tongue finds more flavour,
    my heart grows fonder.

    New harmonies ring,
    shrill bird chirps, sing.
    Seedlings spring,
    my hearts freedom, now King.

    Refiners fire,
    Potters hand.
    Out of the mire,
    Onto the sand.

    The footprints remain,
    my story re-told.
    Of a torn heart renewed,
    a wonder; behold.

    — Matthew Harbinson
    24 August, 2014

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    So the last 2 years have been a really rough time for me health-wise. It really tore the glee from my life. But over the last month the peace and joy have resurfaced and I’m starting to see the beauty in everything again.
    I’ve started thinking poetically again too. While this poem is far from my previous standard, it was floating around my head at midnight, so I threw it together. Hopefully there’s more up there :)

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Passing the Floating Mist by robertpauljansen.

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    Passing the Floating Mist by robertpauljansen.

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  11. allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

    allhailthehutch:

    We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

    Robin Williams

    Rest in peace.

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