"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Thursday, September 10, 2020

R.E. Slater - The Garden of Eden





The Garden of Eden
by R.E. Slater


The garden of Eden has fallen about
with no tending hands to help it out...

Ontic debris lay in it's heaps and ruins
and nowhere was found a sweep or a groom...

The Ancient of Days had left psychic moons
where all was kept singing fine tunes...

Of ancient dogmas sans deepening wisdoms
 astride lost fertile grounds of heavenly keep...

High gallants raged in much fiercer songs
loosing thereupon their hellish throngs...

Years have passed and years have gone
where nothing could strive across harsh noise...

Nor lift up hope nor grant resolve
in kingdoms come and kingdoms gone...

The hush and quiet of spelled worlds
was all was left to Eden's eerie silence...

Nestled within distant dells or meadows rung
on the wings of dawn's red dewy morns...

Yet 'listing ears had caught its distant roars
as passages came and passages went...

Drawing doubtful doubters gathering 'round
deep forest glens echoing lifting songs...

Of lost men and women, boys and girls
renewing to creation’s balance and rhythms...

Multipart harmonies reverberating eternity
enlightening, enraptured, creation's atoning soul...

Against all that was silent, deaf, and mute
to nurturing moments of remnant ways...

Tattered lives awash grand mythic sophistries
jigging a piper tune's to glistening hypocrisies…

Thus and thus life came and went
forgotten, untended, and fled afar...

Great lands were lost astride magnificent ruins
mourning the silences moving round and round...

Yet one may hear enlivening presence
if mending fallen Eden's concrescing breath....

It comes every morning upon the dawn of each heart
and there stays forever whenever embraced.


R.E. Slater
September 10, 2020

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