Flow River Verse, Over Sad Smiles…

Flow River Verse, Over Sad Smiles… prose poem

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Let flow, the drops of love
Over the meadows of John Donne’s verse
Inside the crafts of Dewey’s penning
And Milton’s insight
On the ripple tranquility of Shelley’s words
Bouncing of Browning’s beetles
Shallow clattering of Shakespeare’s sonnets
Through the tolerant letters of Arnold’s aspire
Let the love spread over the planet.
Let muse of love enlighten through Chaucer
Be her with the peace of Frost
Let it a soothe to Plath and Che
Amusing words of froth shall flow and flow
Over the rocky faces of helpless life
On the ugly shapes of injustice
In the empty plate of hungry crowds
Then to the poignant smile of pensive children
Let the stream of verse flow
To be a love of river,
Until to be an ocean of peace

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