There’s, not enough poetry in the world
and far too much of it, simultaneously
we, depict what little we perceive
yet we trust so little of what we, glean.
Scratching-out sunrays
from, each other’s eyes
to get a foothold, in life
yet, we remain
creatures, who thrive best
draped, in starlit blankets
of kindness and love.
We want Kiwi fruit, in Summer
and Watermelons, in Winter
almost like,
we’re only Spring happy
when going against, Autumnal Nature.
Why?
When, will we learn
doing Better, begins
by coming to terms
with our reflection
in that fated, natural
of life’s, murky rivers.
© L. B. Mek
November 2021
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You are good at playing with words
thank you, of all the addictions in life
'playing with words'
is one of the better ones, I think
Paradoxical is the life of men which he is proud of against the real course of nature which he has to pay back ....
interesting,
introducing a karmic interpretation
to my words, definitely has utility
thanks for commenting
The simplistic title spoke such depth
Sir as expected the words speak volumes again
Coming to terms is the need yet heart escapes from this term
As often it hurts to accept what life and time throws upon
indeed, wise words my friend
(but please, no more 'Sir'
call me Mek or LB or LBM
Please!
trust me its a culture thing, lol)
I will then have my salutations and acknowledge you as Mek
Enjoyed, ty. _/\_:)
Awesome, and ty 2, 😊
I love the title and the ironi we always want what we don't have it's part of being human I guess, I always wanted thick curly hair. lol 😂 another thought provoking beautifully crafted peice of poetry dear Mek. Happy Friday 💖
Ha! some of us
just want Hair, any kinda
hair... lol
👨🦲 A monk's life, out of necessity
Ommmmmm 🙏
'please can you stop, taking my hair'
Ommmmmm 🙏
🤣🤣🤣
(thank you
for the precious laughs
and supportive comment, my friend)
Much wisdom in this terrific piece LB. Very well done🙂
thank you, dear Poet
means more, coming
from an insightful wordsmith, like you
In this world of 24/7/365, the desire to long is sacrificed, along with the flavor.
Loved it.
busy, busy, busy
but Bee's: we weren't created
to be...
so we end-up, making misery
out of Nature's, honey!
thanks for the insightful words,
so glad
you enjoyed the read, dear poet
So true. Really enjoyed this poem.
glad you enjoyed it!
thank you, for the supportive comment
Wonderfully intriguing words Mek.
Andy
yes, even I'm still not sure
what I was getting at, entirely
but there's something there, I think..
thanks Andy
I must say "Watermelons in Winter" is a great title encapsulating the intent of your poem. Some great phrases, "life's murky rivers,' "Spring happy," "starlit blankets," "scratching out sunrays," all very profound. Your opening lines catch the reader's attention. All in all, a well-done poem and a Fave for me. - Phil A.
how very kind, what a
fantastic comment
to bow out 2021 on MPS
for me,
humbly and with utmost sincerity
I thank you, dear poet
for this most unexpected gift!
Happy holidays, and please
stay safe, 'to your good health' 🍻
Very enjoyable! You present much worth pondering here. You sculpt with ink in many highly descriptive phrases. Some of note for myself: 'There’s, not enough poetry in the world /and far too much of it, simultaneously' 'creatures, who thrive best/ draped, in starlit blankets/
of kindness and love' and your final verse.
So glad you enjoyed the read
and thank you for taking the time
to highlight your favourite lines
it's a vital form of feedback and reassurance
for wannabe scribblers like us.
How very kind
You are very welcome, from this scribbler to yourself.
Watermelon does sound really amazing right now lol. I love the naturalness of this. Very well written. I really enjoy your work
what a kind comment
and a wonderful source of encouragement
thank you! sincerely
You are truely welcome i enjoy reading your stuff so keep cranking out that amazing work friend.
life is a journey from loneliness, through loneliness, to loneliness... so let's us grow some kiwi's and watermelons for others!
yes, lets
grow them out of season, if need be
just as long as we're willing to share
generously
not to merely profit: Never, just for profit!
(a wonderfully deep reading
of my humble scribble, dear poet
thank you!)
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