Silently weeping across the cold floor
Staring on the blank walls
Vivid memories of present and past
Bounces, crosses, falls.
For all nine years of life serving
Most were hardships, less endearing
Bound by love, struggle through
What of greatness, now residue.
The selfless love that they have seen
Far from normal, martyr-like
This soul to serve someone’s delight.
Links these souls by masked conjure
Love thy soul with open heart
Pity the giver with steady ghat.
Stumbling down mind rejects
What’s to happen if soon partakes
Logic reason, heart surrenders
Leave the emotions, mind takes over.
So within the walls that serves my shield
As trials fill the sordid battlefield
To continue and carry this heavy boulder
Or to leave with guilt, cold shoulder.
this stanza is just perfect.
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Staring on the blank walls
Vivid memories of present and past
Bounces, crosses, falls. ]
poetically poignant. i think it's the best poem i've read from you so far :) for poetry for you, jon!
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[Our own choosing whether to fight or to just move along are dictated by time. But always remember that your young age is a plus and your maturity to see things is your weapon. Your present realization will help you with your choices.]…thanks for these enlightening words. I sure do learn a lot from you, jon. Glad I stepped upon your backyard…God bless you…
I wanted my expressions to be presented in many forms, and writing poems is very challenging. I still try to so thanks for the wondrous words.
ReplyDeleteOnly a few dared to step inside my home, but your everyday presence is deeply appreciated.
OMG! Ur literature really is deep. Why cant I do such things? sigh.....
ReplyDeleteMaybe Im a clown in my past life, then chemical overdosed in this lifetime hence I have no emotions.
sigh again....
Hi Kris,
ReplyDeleteWE all have different ways of telling stories. Yours is unique and that makes you different from us. You might be a clown in your past life because you send us smiles and joys when I read your entries. You probably overdose yourself with chemicals (who doesn't with all these food around us) but I wouldn't believe you have no emotions. We might write differently but we are all living human persons ( and this is just an assumption, lol!)
ur good. i can only do crazy silly poems, none of the serious stuff. :p
ReplyDeleteYou can say for now but the time will come that you will start writing seriously. Read some of your posts and they speak for themselves: clearly written, interesting and with honesty. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteAww... those are nice words.....
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