Thursday, June 27, 2013

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It's all too perfect, doesn't anyone see?
The moon is too round, modeled for symmetry
Earth tilts, enabling the seasons,
Even our primary star is benign.

Do sculptors deem life impossible to imbue
In clay or marble, caressing the sinew
With passion but never with reasons?
Creators seldom share their grand design.
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8 comments:

  1. Eileen T O'Neill .....4:09 PM

    Bob,

    A superb poem which credits 'The Grand Designer,'very well.
    You have covered everything with eloquence.

    Best wishes,
    Eileen:)

    Thanks for your Blog comments at my poem:)

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  2. Lisa A. Williams6:17 PM

    Lovely description of the unique design of our world.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade3:40 AM

    Witty and thought-provoking. :)

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  4. Susan5:01 AM

    Wonderful capture of paradox of knowledge of creators, creations and appreciators. I am all three.

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  5. rch9:05 AM

    Thanks everyone, experimenting with some Greek forms.

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  6. moondustwriter2:42 PM

    like the rhyme and internal scheme of your words - food for much thought

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  7. Anonymous11:10 AM

    "The moon is too round, modeled for symmetry"

    You are no average poet! This is such brilliant stuff! I adore this line the most. :)

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  8. rch9:01 AM

    Thanks moondust and pensive one, your feedback is greatly appreciated :-)

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