From a debris of apprehensions
Drip down desires from able culminations
Often cast aside by inhibitions
Every step forward falls back two
The daily grind waits for the right
moment
Is there really one?
For the porous mud, collecting
Drip – Drip - Drip
Nurturing to germinate
Emanating a soothing whiff
The bud opens to a full bloom
Living its existence in passion, laughing,
Discovering self, for self.
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Sometimes it seems that the 'daily grind' just grinds on.
ReplyDeleteBut then again sometime the 'drip-drip-drip' brings forth passion and laughter and makes it all worth while.
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nice...discovering self, for self....there is much in such a simple line...like the drip sound effect...and the bllom opening to passion....
ReplyDeleteSo true:)
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely blooming!!
ReplyDeleteThe last line is a capstone. Well done.
ReplyDeleteOh, Wow! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnd so we bloom!
ReplyDeleteVery nice and a lot here to contemplate. i like the drip, drip, drip,
ReplyDeleteI love this dripping in the words too. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI like taking every day step to discover self for self. Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteVery Sweet............
ReplyDeleteOh, what a lovely echo of the process, culminating in that joyous bloom!
ReplyDelete"Discovering self, for self" - this is truly one of the best poems I have ever come across !!!
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