Come, lean against my old boards,
rest a while.
Tell me, if you will, a story or two
from your life's reward.
Ease that lightness of wisdom
upon your shoulders
and wryly smile with me
at life's adventure so far.
no need to recall the harshness
which makes the cushion all the softer
the softness says it all
what need to show off scars
love speaks of scars learning
to the 'lived in' ear.
Come, lean against my old boards,
rest a while.
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I am so inspired by your use of personification and the invitation seems like an old romance of days gone by but being lived again. A favourite for me and which brought tears to my eyes Dusk.
Ah yes i see what you mean, but is harmlessly meant as an invite to anyone who has travelled lifes path and could use a space and some peace of mind.
As I read this poem aloud it evoked such a feeling of peace and comfort. Lay down your load, linger awhile, remember and smile. Beautiful!
Thats pretty well it, just an invitation to relax during lifes journey.
May that softness in life be always with us d a.
Andy
A great thought. Thank you.
The image is so perfect, that of old boards. The metaphor of a boat turned over and rest is magnificent. The very timing is evocative of peace. The weathered board tell of so much experience. This is a wonderful piece.
Thank you sorenbarrett
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