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Library of Poetry
of
R. N. TAYLOR
CHRISTINA FINLAYSON
and
NICHOLAS TESLUK
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Soliloquy of the Red Salon
(R. N. Taylor)
Tonight, attired in frock coat and
high black boots, my white Meershaum in hand.
On the book shelves, arrayed, the souls and
songs of a thousand plus poets stand.
And time hovers at this threshold
of forever now, even as the sands of duration
descend through the hour glasses' fragile stems,
more silent than the softest snow.
It's here I muse in the throne-like chair
with arm at rest amid the artifacts'
golden glow, as reveries flow within
the mythic realm of the Red Salon.
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Live simply; love passionately; cultivate beauty.
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