I’m prone to penning poetry,
(I sense the sacred symmetry)
that's hidden from most mortal eyes
behind a dull, but deft disguise.
The beauty of a leaf or bud,
the silence of a winding wood.
They make me feel in my heart’s core:
the love that tells me, ‘hate no more.’
I’m sensitive, some say a seer!
With prophet’s powers and eyes that peer
into the future, dark and deep,
where some will dance and some will weep.
And I’m a poet raised on rhymes,
a child who’s tasted troubled times.
Yet, through this valley’s veil of tears
I’ve glimpsed the dawn of golden years!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2022 01:34
- Comment from author about the poem: dedicated to my son, Josh, in celebration of his PhD! Well done, son!
- Category: Family
- Views: 17
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments1
Congrats!!!
and thank you for sharing
your gifted mountain peak's of life
with us
and trusting us to share in your delight;
you must be so Proud!
I remember you wrote your father
was an intelligent guy, knew
so many languages
and shared his wisdom with you
was it, Shelly's 'Adonais'
you reworked in dedication..
(sorry my memory's not that great)..
but anyway, just trying to say
that he too, must
be so Proud as well
'purposed', Intellect
clearly runs in the family..
I'll, toast to you Great news
wish your son and all your loved ones
continued success, good health and Peace!
'Cheers' 🍾🥂
Many thanks, LB. Yeah, he's done well. I remember Adonais. That was when my pen was really on fire! Again, many thanks for your continued support. 🙏
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