To the stickers aligned
to the to-do lists flapping with wind
time is running
Battling with veterans of all kind
you, who has been a veteran itself
Holding the mast of struggle over time
a mind of distraction
a surge of anxiety
a swell of fear
an earthquake of falling apart
Alas,
hope you did, disaster management well ?
the greed of winning
surpasses the fear
can smart work of few days
beat the long hours of sweat ?
no,
it can’t
or maybe it can
shall we play a bet
a roll of dice
a gamble of life
the thirst for winning
driving the soldier all night
a mere soldier
or a warrior in armour
will it be praised
for its courage inside
will it be sworn as a marquise with valour of all kind ?
the dilemma that catches up throbbing heart inside….
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Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2022 07:35
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I love the way you presented this: "To the stickers aligned / to the to-do lists flapping with wind" I mean you really transported I think almost about everybody to the disarray of "real life." We're all constantly in a see-saw of time management and SELF-management. Like if we don't have a firm hold on ourselves that we can lose who we truly are. And I love the lines: "a mind of distraction / a surge of anxiety / a swell of fear" I mean it really hits the reader and makes them relate to the mental chaos that is going on. Great job! ✨
Thank you so much dear Rocky
You really make my poetry special
The jewels are nothing but stone
But you catch the sparkle in those pebbles lying around
Dear Spiller,
Your note
U really did transpose
Me to Juxtapose
Life deciding events so close !!
Beautiful and engrossing ! Loved each line to the core !!
All the best and you would do wonders !!
Thanks dear Vamsi
If fear holds me
If anxiety cheers me
Then your cheer, warmthness and friendship
Gives me wings
Gives wind to my sails
To float happily to my destiny
Your first two lines grab me. I am the poster child ( actually geriatric) for post-it notes, and reminders on bits of paper all over my kitchen counter. Somehow transferring Life's daily reminders to something tangible relieves some of the anxiety of possibly forgetting. As I complete each task that bit of paper is recycled and I go on to the next. Unfortunately it only works in my kitchen. I love the message of your poem, very beautifully said!
Thanks dear Bella
The beauty of poetry
The words catches the sight of people differently
And it’s more beautiful when your reader connects to you
And then the reader becomes friend when they have their own stories to tell
Thank you so much dear Bella for telling me this wonderful account
And giving me the right advice to reduce my anxiety over the notes
Note to self ... don't dare mess with our spilleronsheet .. she knows what she is talking about .. Neville x
Hahaaa….well you make me sound pretty strong, dear Neville…thank you so much….
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