Adam Of The Eve; A Poem


Adam Of The Eve;  A Poem


Doth mine eyes do behold an actor,

worthy of a stage less confined than the theatrical

stages of earthly behaviours and sounds and play?


A Shakespearean relative to his surrounding impediments?

And without preamble, a comely target and an unknown force?


Beckoning yet forward moving throughout.

Passive and pro-active, two halves at war.


A peaceful countenance to the questioning mind

Calmly poised and with weapons at the ready.


A liver of life, a giver

Of life’s secret end results.


A bard and a teller, a new age thinker...

A business man and a tinker.


 - Fiona Weaver 



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