this book of a past
our choices have curated
we can still, salvage
to begin with, start
by letting its covers go
then those damp pages
when trimmed fighting fit
we'll add teardrop proof, covers
and blank rainbow pages
© L. B. Mek
March 2022
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L. B. Mek (
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Oh but upon reading those tears of joy, tears of sorrow and loss will nonetheless flow. Teardrop-proof we may kid ourselves with but those words contained are words of a life lived and written from the heart. A heart which has known, still knows and shall continue to know the shedding of tears.
What, I wonder, would a recipient of those words some twenty-odd years after our demise make of them or the man who's words they are. This being in my mind, should either of my grandchildren happen across my own.
which words, at which era of a life...?
'youth’s blind, sprinter
middle aged, blunder
or old age’s: anger!
we all fall, for existence's
tricks', my friend
and that next generation, will read us
like we read, those
who carved, this very path
we're wading - through..
well, those still reading
that is
as half of modernity's ignorance
is born from refusing
the very wisdom, we've been bequeathed...
lol
'Cyclicality' and 'Change'
the two, simultaneously
refractory and contrary, guaranteed axioms
to humanity's collective:
'Crawl - Fly - Crash - Burn - Phoenix'
rinse and repeat, history
Written words of truth and wisdom. Thank you.
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I've always wanted to see just a pure white book, no writing on the cover, nothing. That would arouse my curiosity, and I would probably buy it on that basis.
but the minute, we let
our oily fingers, near it
its blemishes will start to show
such is life
all is sweeter, as distanced dreams
even that blank page
seemed so pure, till
we couldn't resist, to ink out
our appreciation
of its inviting, beauty
and thus
we inevitably, destroyed
that very - essence
we longed to immortalise
with our words...
still, we do end up
with one or two decent poems
along the way
I enjoyed this,blank rainbow pages is a good ponder,enjoy yor day,take care
well, after the rain..
we can but hope, dear poet
thank you!
each one of em is certainly special Mek ..
what a spectacular sight for sore eyes that would surely be sir .......
right?!
although, you may have to borrow me
your shades, Hyung..
😎
thank you!
beautifully penned
have a great day!
Dahlia
thank you, how very kind
hope you had a peaceful day, as well
and go on, to have
an even better week ahead, dear poet
Wow I love that idea of a "teardrop proof" book. Definitely would've helped me during my intense reading sessions. 😅
lol
yeah, would definitely come in useful
for one thing, all diary's
should have one, I think..
thank you! glad you enjoyed the read
dear poet
A true wordsmiths write - such engaging imagery.
lol
how I cherish your kindness, Michael
thank you!
I'll continue, to strive
to be worthy of your encouraging words, my friend
In such great works I always fear to read in too much. Yet I can not help but see a book of life whose covers are not the up to us and therefor not as important as what lies between them No matter the cover life can always be salvaged which is up to us and how we trim the pages. Filling them with blank rainbow pages is a wonderful image of how to live. This is truly a wonderful poem of hope I bow to you.
lol
what overtly generous praise, kind poet
all I can do, in reply
is humbly, bow to your kindness
and thank you! with the utmost sincerity
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