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Eternity

by t. l. cummings on October 28, 2017

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He read the lips of leaves,
sang replies with croaking toads
and cricket song. His laughter

tickled the trees’ ribs
but lacy shadows laced his life.
Breath curled inside a fallen nest.

Spring pressed a bud in his palm
wove her arms around his heart
carried him inside her veins.

We pinned our sights beyond
our view, leaned into his ripe
and distant world.

— t. l. cummings
Image of Conor Cummings

From: Non-Rhyming Poetry
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  1. Mr. Mel #

    A touching post. One must wonder would it be better to not have experience the pain to know the joy.? Joy fills the heart long after the pain is gone.

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    October 28, 2017
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    • t. l. cummings #

      He was worth it. You are right. 🎈

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      October 28, 2017
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    • bethanyk #

      I would take the pain to know the joy. I do take the pain to know the joy. They truly are worth it. Just that laugh. To know it. To remember it.

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      November 9, 2017
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  2. Betty Hayes Albright #

    Beautiful, poignant poem… 💕

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    October 29, 2017
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  3. t. l. cummings #

    Thank you, Betty.

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    October 29, 2017
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