APPEARANCES

The Sun sets crimson red
into Horizon blue-indigo
and rises fire electric
the world to show
until moonlight strikes
In Life's ebb and flow.

But the Sun is nothing more
than a burning star
and the Moon a lonely place
barren and scarred.

We see things not as they are
but as we wish them to be--
icons of Immortality.

Where is the Christ I once knew
Where did all the miracles go..
And why does the Flesh suffer so
into horizon blue-indigo.

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Country/Region: USA

I wish you send your doctors to me
for consultation
yes for free

your mind is as rife
as rife can be

I couldn't ever dream
mine will ever so be

you are the Genes of indelible poetry
let the whole wild see
how you encashed your negativity
says Lovedly
some ones beloved still you may be!
amen

Thank you. my good friend, It is always uplifting to read you/

Joe

except uplift human hopes
and hope
my poetry will also be up lifted

emotive
I really like this, especially clever how you have many diffrerent layers of meaning here
love judy
xxx

Thanks. Judyanne. I am never sure what I write is worth the reading.

joe,

Wish I had the wherewithal to improve your poetry, but I cannot.

Ouch, was it that bad?

joe

I simply have not the skill to suggest anything constructive.

Sure you do/ You and Jess, among, others, are the most knowledgeable mentors on NEO. You "speak" fluent poetry.

joe