a Quatrain from a Rough Poem

Obviously I haven’t been blogging much lately.  Life has been a little hectic.  I’ve been a bit depressed lately which means new poetry is stirring in my brain.  It is pretty rough right now, but here is a quatrain from it that I like:

The greatest joys are found in tragedies.

The most tranquil living waters spin near

Strong currents; harbors lie in eddies.

Unsurpassed love must root in conquered fear.

I’ll try to revise it and hone it to a bloggable state this week.

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