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Jan 2Liked by Weston Parker

Powerful. Because the dimensions of the box can change - another trap - and a thought can split it wide open, spilling out more than you’re ready for.

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All very true. Pandora is a fickle muse because she is so unpredictable.

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These are her terms.

Trust don’t begin to cover it.

Belief and faith make a start.

Hope sees me through.

Wonderful stuff as usual Wes. I’m going to ponder this awhile

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Thank you Jonathan, I appreciate your comments.

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Hey Jonathan, for our poetry get together on the 14th of January, if you have something you're working on that you want to share and/or get comments on that would be good. Or we can talk in general about poetry, our sources of inspiration, your overall philosophy on poetry etc.

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I think for this first get together I'd like to listen and learn. As you know from my writing, I'm poetic without being a poet. But I do dally in poems and I've not found a "voice" or whatever it is. But here's a thing I've written in poem form...(The ---- are for the stanzas which don't seem to be formatting here).

“I know,” said he

And with scant words

bundled up all majesty

setting forth

a petty train

of swaggered meaning

upon the rigid

tracks of men

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Sublime landscapes

of hallowed ground

so triumphantly

extinguished

Our simplicities

masquerade unbound

across a universe

diminished

-----

Behind his words

That prance

and preen

Comes a yearning

from within

As wisdom of

the heart remains

unheard

unseen

flapping in the wind

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“I don’t know,” said she

Holding fast

to burning mystery

a sumptuous

unburdening

Gracious ambiguity

Far from

the rigid

tracks of men

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Longing

for those days

long gone

as empty waves

roll on

something ancient wrestles

within the forlorn soul

Come forth

Come forth

Come silently

and fill these hollow vessels

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Behind her words

So brave

So lean

comes a yearning

from within

As wisdom of

the heart remains

unheard

unseen

flapping in the wind

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Brilliant, Wes!

After Pandora opened the jar/box loosing all manner of ills upon the world, she managed to close it, trapping the spirit of Hope inside.

In the poem, I chose to place a mirror in the box so if mankind once again dared to open it believing it would find Hope, all it would discover is a reflection of itself, the origin of both good and evil.

P.S. I cut to the chase and left out Prometheus.

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I think that is a very interesting poem, loaded with stuff from stem to stern. I have asked everyone who would like, to submit something, a poem, they would like to get looked at. Knowing we are keeping this to an hour or thereabouts, I'm going to pick one that I think we can handle in that time. I hope that's a decent answer. I do want everyone of us to spend a couple minutes for an intro of ourselves and maybe what we think are the most important aspects of a poem. That's the plan.

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Great poetry sparks great poetry.

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Very true Stan and thanks.

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Love Pandora's lip.

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She is clearly a sassy wench.

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