[d-pend]

Best-laid plans of cobble
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Best-laid plans of cobble
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Change must ripple outwards
from schematics built of suff'ring,
by the blade of basest slaughter
have the ancient plans been written
with dark ink in grooves of stone.

       I ask not you alone
       but the panoply of artists
       of every-hued persuasion
       to gaze upon the tragedy
       and beauty of life-curse.

Still, joy is wov'n of shadow,
exub'rant cries of children
bright-echo cold destruction
brought swift, or agonizing
as the siege of winter's blast.

       Reflect on winters past;
       see the stores of seed
       held safely through the blizzard
       to rise to meet men's need
       through winding sprout that seeks the light.

Are men not made to fight?
Does life not rise to fall?
Does light not spark to dim,
sweet honey turn to gall
in course of time?

       The strength of wise conclusion
       is borne by breadth of scope.
       Magnanimous profusion:
       events cold, yet warm hope
       still burns within.

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words and images by @d-pend
created for HIVE on Jan. 26, 2021.

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Comments

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[offgridlife]

Awesome work as always. Upvoted at 100%

[mineopoly]

This is beautiful. Thank you for your craft. Thanks for reminding me to take time to think. I never thought of events to be warm or cold, just passing. But the truth is these events remain as moments forever in our mind.

(All kids draw and write poetry and everything, and some of us last until we're about eighteen, but most drop off at about twelve when some guy comes up and says, "You're no good." That's all we get told all our lives. "You haven't got the ability. You're a cobbler." It happened to all of us, but if somebody had told me all my life, "Yeah, you're a great artist," I would have been a more secure person.)
John Lennon

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