Give me poetry or give me death,
where slanted literature bends the literal.
Where canticles supplant cadence.
Let loose of the linear
for a few lines.
Let us cool our feet in a psalm.
Let us clear our head with a couplet.
Let us step back from the world
and its human distortions
for a bit of clarity.
Ah, for heavens’ embroidered cloths;
An evening spread out against the sky.
All grasses sing, tone on clear tone.
Lead us beside the still waters
for a few breaths.
Gerald the Writer 
Wonderful. As always, I stand in awe.
Appreciate it Rose. Happy Sunday!
Love the imagery and the subtle unfolding of the picture you paint.
Thank you Jasper. Peace.
Love this, especially the title!