Good shepherds are prudent,
And so should all of our muses be
For if we were following futile leaders
We would be left with nothing-hands.
Nothing-hands, nothing-mouths, nothing.
Simply incapable of giving forth
Anything worthwhile.
No sense of refuge or comfort during the dark cold nights.
(Just 100 lambs all lost)
Just a cross and hopeless faith...
Gawking into God.
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is just a short and direct poem which addresses our influences in life. I deliberately chose the word "muse" to express these people who have a potent affect on our outcomes, and to express that life in itself is an art, that living is an art form; and so is dying. So, don't be put off by the supposed limitation that the word "muse" applies by its denotation. Maybe meditate on this poem a little. Hope you enjoy! 😊
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
The words were straight to resonate
As if coming from hearts inside
Some souls differing from world outside
To others they maybe insane
Cause they know how to bring smiles
Really liked your lines dear poet
Thank you so much! I appreciate your words. I'm glad that I was able to make your day a little better. Stay safe! 💫💫
Very powerful and very true words Rocky.
Andy
Thank you for your comment! I'm happy you were able to feel the power of the piece. 👍👍
Nice last line
Thanks so much! I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the poem and the last line is definitely a STATEMENT. This whole poem is a message to the lostness we would become if we were to be guided by bad influences; and the last line delivers directly what we would result in: people with "hopeless faith, gawking into God." ✨💖
You’re a genius
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