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Cradled

February 24th, 2010 by Allan Cox.

Kathleen Norris writes
ofthe special blue
of Dakota?s sky.
Painters and artisans
extol the light
in the South of France.
Land formations in
andaround Asheville,
NorthCarolina are said
to share properties
ofthe Fertile Crescent
of the Old Testament.
The effect of these claims
on me is suspension.
Do I startle with
Oh, really now?
Do I find pleasure
in what may be myth?
Am I flippant with
Well, maybe, so what?
Truth is, I want to believe
and so I do,
cradled like a child
in a bough
that never breaks.

FromAllan Cox’s collection, “Thin Wall of Radiance.”
Copyright (c) 2009, all rights reserved.

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2 Responses to “Cradled”

  1. sunny says:

    interesting read..especially the lines..Oh, really now?
    Do I find pleasure, in what maybe myth?….gets one thinking!!

  2. rahul says:

    awesome stuff and I so agree with the line “Truth is, I want to believe
    and so I do,” that is how it should be , to believe in our beliefs , being confident our ourselves and of the decisions that we make . Life would be a lot happier.

    Good one Alan looking forward to read some more of your poetry

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