by Steve Tanham
Vast and swirling force, below
How silently you flow round truth
When hearts and minds let drift
The shallow link of living life
Between the tides of love and loathing
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No fanfare; charge of war
But grey and ancient mud, which
Turning molten silver, deadly,
Quicker than truth half-shaped
Can lie its way to heaven
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The visitor, swept beyond his depth
Finds death in once fond shallows
When tide as fast as horses rages
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The tide is all and everything
A higher form whose children, born
Are life and death made polar
Death seen in full is life made whole
The song of Vishnu’s Shiva
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It is, perhaps as it should be
But they are rising on our shores
The muddy undertow takes and grinds
The simple guest of visiting mind
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
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Thank you, Sue x
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A great poem, Steve, definitely makes you think.
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Thank you, Robbie. A bit harsh, I think. But it just developed when I started writing! You will know that moment!
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Yes, I do. Harsh but true.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you, Ladies.
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