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Sunday, April 7, 2013

WORDSWORTH INSPIRES....



A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone...

ALONE...

Reverberated
From a book of poetic wonders
Bequeathed to me

ALONE....

I wander
Wonder at the philosophy
Through a meandering maze
Amidst circumstances and people, yet

ALONE....

I Wind through myriad emotions
Knowing not how to be
Inside out?
Or separate the form for outside
From ME...
Draining me, sometimes...

ALONE...

Seeking company in the book
Holding on to hope
I trudge for momentum

ALONE...yet

Not lonely, perhaps
 I clutch the book close to my chest
The heart never stops
On the biological clock

Then why did I...?
On that little square thing ticking away on the wall

There are lessons to be learnt
If I learn to listen and listen to learn
To be, not to be too
To do, and not to do too
With time my hair has lost shine
Yet glows with wisdom, I find
A few black strands remain
Raising a toast to the spirit of this voyage
That never misses an exclamation – LIFE!

Shared with:

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Poetry Pantry #145




9 comments:

  1. Love all of your poem - especially the last stanza! Every day I feel like I'm trying to learn to listen and listen to learn! The "few black strands remain" made me smile, as I see the gray coming through mine more and more!

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  2. With a book one is never alone. Love the line about hair losing shine but glowing in wisdom. Life really IS quite a voyage, isn't it?

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  3. " With time my hair has lost shine
    Yet glows with wisdom, I find
    A few black strands remain
    Raising a toast to the spirit of this voyage
    That never misses an exclamation – LIFE!"--Wow! Love this concluding part...wonderful :D

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  4. This is a wonderful testament to the power of books, or poetry, to be companions of the soul.

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  5. Very much like the poetry of wordsworth. Beautifully penned.

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  6. A beautiful piece with a powerful close.

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  7. I can totally relate to this lovely poem. Thank you. (Except that Wordsworth is not one of my favourites, lol. But that's just my idiosyncrasy. I am glad he gives so much to you. and many others.)

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  8. Thank you for this. Books are the security blankets of adults. I used to sit in the stacks at the library and ponder the vastness of knowledge and wisdom surrounding me. Often a whole book of poetry overwhelms me. Each poem seems to demand all my attention and I'm afraid that I'm missing something by moving on to the next. Others require that I read the book through in order to see the over-riding theme and how the individual poems work together as a whole. All these feelings seemed to come out for me in your poem along with the way solitude influences.

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  9. We are never alone when we hold a book or pen to write. Wonderful piece!!

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