somewhat afield

comes sunrise in the trembling mist: 
the dewdrops on the flattening grass, 
the sky in streaks of orange-blue, 
and scents of someplace long ago 
that shake the mind alive -- 

the instant, everything: 
a life is made of moments felt, 
all stitched together in the mind 
that sees connections, everywhere, 
yet feels so 

disconnected

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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