by Sex and Death
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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This reminds me peripherally of Rilke’s “Man Watching.” How much we long for, how little we can see, and how beautiful it all is, if we only draw “new breath” in every moment. This left a lump in my throat. Thank you.
is a different in this, however, I find it hard to wrap my mind around a God with hands dark or light...or hands at all...but, I guess a lot of folks still see an old man in the sea as well...you have a nice touch with the pen ...ty blue
Welcome to the world of Lit. poetry! It is good to see a new voice with a strong command of the language and an awareness of the benefit of judicious use of literary artifices such as assonance and alliteration.