conscious living poetry journal

Friday, August 04, 2006

A Clearing Moment
By Don Iannone

Illusion slipping away
...like fading clouds
......in irrepressible sunlight.

Anonymous said...: LOVE this poem.Gentle and inevitable beauty.
(I also have an affinity for the word "irrepressible." Irrepressible Secrets was the title of my blog before I moved it.); 8:30 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...: Silvermoon...thanks. I like the word too. Like truth, it is irrepressible.; 8:38 AM
Margie said...: very nice!
I like it a lot!; 8:51 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...: Thanks Margie.; 8:58 AM
Dan said...: Yep!; 10:10 AM
dumbdodi said...: It seems like a continuation of sorts of 'Finding True Nature'.Beautiful three lines; 10:28 AM
polona said...: lovely!
i, too, like "irrepressible".
ha, a new word in my vocabulary :); 1:17 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...: Thanks Dan.

Thanks Dumbdodi. It very well could be a continuation. Good observation.

Polona...thanks. Irrrepressible like thought in the mind, which of course can repressed for a while.; 2:53 PM
CE said...: Illusions are illusory.; 3:22 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...: Thanks Imemine.; 4:09 PM