Pen and paper
Songs of birds
Head to writing
Thoughts to words
Imagination
To a land far away
Sleeping on a pillow
Waking up to dreams as you lay
The flow of it all
The magic that’s revealed
Accept there is one
It’s hidden and sealed
No ones searching for treasure
No ones looking for answers
Just one blink at a time
A taste of pleasure
How? You may ask?
No answer for you
But why? You may ask?
Silence will do
For not to know is to know a lot
To speak with your ears
Is understanding not
The twist and the turns that confuse you a bit
Will eventually straighten out and your path you get
Because this is life and life is a gift
That you won’t truly appreciate until you sift
Sift through the mud, the rocks, and the sand
Things we walk by that we feel are so bland
Without so much as a glance to the left or right
They are non existent in our sight
So obtain all you can
Soak in its essence
Lather up good now
Sunscreen in its presence
Shades, not glasses, for its too bright
Grasp all you can before it’s night
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Author:
Jazmine J. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2022 10:34
- Comment from author about the poem: I wanted to create a poem that expressed more of my inner thoughts. One that didn’t necessarily have a specific theme behind it, but one that just flowed and moved at its own rhythm.
- Category: Reflection
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