A new line has emerged
On this canvas of life;
Been etched into the slate
Of existence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of all the lines
That have appeared before \u2014
Of the borders, barricades, and bounds \u2014
This line transcends them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I see it as Lily Briscoe\u2019s final touch; In what ways will this line The one who placed it What colors will shade and One thing, though, I do know \u2014 June 16, 2020<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A new line has emergedOn this canvas of life;Been etched into the slateOf existence. Of all the linesThat have appeared before \u2014Of the borders, barricades, and bounds \u2014This line transcends them. I see it as Lily Briscoe\u2019s final touch;Yet rather than birthed from mortal hands and eyes,It was (it always was) a vision divine. In…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[153],"class_list":["post-252","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-new-birth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/252","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=252"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":416,"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/252\/revisions\/416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Yet rather than birthed from mortal hands and eyes,
It was (it always was) a vision divine<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Branch and expand?
Who can know for certain,
But the Artist \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
where it ought to be, in
time and space,
on the canvas?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Compliment its steady center?
We have yet to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yesterday, as I mused
I thought of you.
I thought of the sublime
Gift of new life.
Though I did not know
The nature of the line \u2014
Your little life \u2014
I mused upon it,
Dreamt about it,
And just this morning,
I heard your name
Emmaline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n