Poems by David Subacchi
A SECRET REVEALED They asked who you were But I didn’t know; A classical beauty Sculpted in white Looking down Over the pool. For a while we swapped Names of ancient gods Half remembered From school...
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A SECRET REVEALED They asked who you were But I didn’t know; A classical beauty Sculpted in white Looking down Over the pool. For a while we swapped Names of ancient gods Half remembered From school...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 25, 2018 | Poetry |
NOW SILENTLY AS December sun appears a mile up the hill, jerking its long, thin chain like a penance. The fourth-pint weight of you husks into center of bones, too slender in the treachery of snow casting threads to...
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The Audible Consider the heart as a guide hand to chest, feel its question. Truth flows a wellspring inside deafened by noise congestion. Ears caulked by a million voices, cacophony’s stunning scream blocks...
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On a Supposed Proof for God Argument If the term “God” means anything at all, then “God” in the least means what is real, what exists. The term “God” does mean something. Therefore, the term “God” in the least...
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TRANSCENDENCE Bells peal atop Forever Mountain: Sonorous hymns of dawn. Birds scatter from the trees As the echoes ripple away. A priest sweeps away dust and shadows From the temple’s mosaiced quadrangle. Latticed...
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