hermosas imagenes @d-pend el poema espectacular amor y fe
beautiful images @ d-pend the spectacular poem love and faith

Well done, I like the reflections at the end. Sometimes it can be hard for the audience to connect with the deeper meanings in poetry and I can see that helping understanding grow. :)

Most of humanity is unsavory but i still end up feeding them and on my damn soap box ... I should know better by now but it is a compulsion ...

Two poems and diamond.

And on the day the inevitable comes,
some comfort in knowing, through scornful arcs:
we are tossed on that selfsame pyre of dawn
below song of jubilant larks.

Perfect lines🔥

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Dear @d-pend sir!
         We we should learn from flower how can they survive itself  in sunshine dust and among the pollution.. they never complain about the miseries troubles, always gives to others smile ,smell and beauty. It encourages as well as teach a lesson that  always be happy in every condition either devoted in God's feet or become garland of dead body

El aspecto referido al beneficio económico que representa interactuar en comunidades de este tipo, muchas veces, saca lo mejor y lo peor de cada persona, según se presenten las circunstancias. Pero, lo valioso siempre está presente, con lo bueno y lo no tan bueno, el calor humano.
La presión que soporta una comunidad monetizada es fuerte. Unos llegan inspirados y otros se van decepcionados por ver sus sueños estropeados por la  fluctuación descendente del mercado. Hay tanta vida invertida en esto y, al final, lo grandioso es la evolución de nuestro ser amoroso, que todos explotamos lanzados a dar lo mejor de nosotros. Y, en esto, hay dicha y crecimiento. La pasión nos revela, mostrando nuestros colores.

@d-pend,

Hey mate. Bloody Steemit won't display the graphics so ... no pictures ... which I assume, from the poem, are probably pretty important to the overall effect.

Anyway ... it did display the words. Good poem.

>And on the day the inevitable comes,
some comfort in knowing, through scornful arcs:
we are tossed on that **selfsame pyre** of dawn
below song of jubilant larks.

Nice. 

"Selfsame" ... perhaps surprisingly, a "very effective " word. I often study your non-cuneiformic poems :-) to see how you use unusual phraseology. If you don't mind, I'm probably going to poach "selfsame" at some point in the future. For Heaven's Sake ... it even has built in alliteration. :-)     

I love "pyre" too ... but I beat you to it by decades. :-)

BTW ... should it be **"at** dawn"? Maybe I'm wrong, but it feels like it could be a typo. 

*Quill*

Greetings, @d-pend. Beautiful lines. Maybe biased by the images and the today's conmemoration of the terrorist attack on the US 17 years ago, i read these lines also as a tribute to those gone and those who stayed "with blooms and strife".
As you rightly point out, we are all doomed to perish on the same "pyre of dawn", where we'll all be judged by our actions and not by our possessions.
May all lessons be learned and let us all live someday in total peace.

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Enjoy your day and stay creative!
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The day of the inevitable, the day of death. A great way of showing it.

The title is unique and creative in the coinage. Never thought of it but there it is - to be a member of a community is to have immunity. Ostensibly, a community member enjoys the warmth, support, and protection of his community. 

This poem has some deceptive simplicity. The diction and combination of words are quite ordinary to the eyes but deep in meaning.

The poem reminds me of the law of sowing and reaping. Payday will always come, and for those who sowed well, it is always a day of jubilation.

Your sense of music is obvious in the stringng together of alliterative words:

*...sides ... life*

*set on the sill to soak up sun.*

*...flows from...*

The last stanza is particularly rhythmical, almost like the lyrics of a song:

*And on the day the inevitable comes,
some comfort in knowing, through scornful arcs:
we are tossed on that selfsame pyre of dawn
below song of jubilant larks.*

Good job @d-pend.

very beautiful picture.

I just finished watching the Mr Rodgers documentary that came out in June. If you haven't seen it yet I recommend it. Very similar theme in this poem. Connected in joy and sorrow.

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I love the imagery you create with the words. It's mundane, but with your words there's a shine. Also, you're magnanimous. :)

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