Life
is discovering, those
shards
of sublime, sunlight
piercing
through stormy, clouds
hovering
menacingly, out of sight;
while
those with unsettled eyes, busily
covet
enticing pastures, from faraway
forsaking
blossoming buds, here to stay
in-fear
of missing-out on blind-hope’s, better
wishing
hollow miracles, into surrender
collating
regret’s collages: of anxiety’s mirages…
© L. B. Mek
April 2019
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Good write LB.
I like this . Nice words 🙂
thanks! 😊
Beautiful
Awesome: thank you!
I enjoyed this, L.B. wrote really well.
glad you liked this one Jerry,
I was hoping it would catch your eye
so I could thank you for the tips: directly;
(this write has been revised a lot recently
inspired: by your own sparsely-worded style
of succinct, artistry)
Well done LB. ; )
thank you kindly, dear poet
we are missing a lot of nature's wonders.... pathetically glued with electronic displays...
indeed my insightful friend, but now
my grey-haired, lethargy
towards humanity's endlessly flawed, nature
can't help but question, are we sure - if not this
wouldn't we - most fallible, of Nature's: burdens
find something else? to distract and feed
our curated - wilful state, of purposed - obliviousness...
Those shards of sunlight are so wonderful in our lives and they will grow into full light to dispel any anxieties.
Andy
we can only hope Andy, leaning
on energising words like yours, to maintain
our blinkered, wishful perspectives
of those somewhat - blurred, horizons
we - bravely, traverse
every time we choose
to look-up and smile - unflustered...
... Quite simply splendid poetry sir ...
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