A snide smile warps empathy’s humaneness
A blank cheque soils innocence to subservience
A sharp blade offers escape to a despairing pulse
And
A mother with child
guides a partner’s calloused palm
to experience aliveness
in vitality’s kicking magnificence
And
A blank page of fate begins anew, with
Hope enough to scribble yet another’s
Life of ephemeral gaiety, Promising
Ingredients aplenty, to ink yet more
Tear stained, Poetry
© L. B. Mek
September 2022
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L. B. Mek (
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So well expressed this theme of the circle of life and its extension in each new birth. Your first stanza so pregnant with meaning. Your balance of the old and new is marvelous. The last stanza ties all together with the knowledge that with new life comes new pain as well as beauty. Thank you so much for sharing this.
What a comprehensive review dear Poet
Thank you!
glad you could connect with my words
so meaningfully
"Tear stained, Poetry" 👏👏👏
And with that I've said it all.
Glorious and so introspective.
lol
love your enthusiasm dear Poet
you humble me, thank you!
given the fact that we are not in a competition, I'm going to agree with sorenbarrett & Rocky Lagou .. Now some might say that's a cop out, but having considered both of their entries .. I would be more than happy to settle for a draw .... oops ............................ N 🙂
lol
yes, 'agree to degree'
and 'a close draw'
has always found my cup half-full, as well
we'll let the rest reach life's Olympic heights
someone has to path those calmer rivers...
(and thank you! Hyung)
For me, your first stanza seems a statement on the incongruence of our human condition. The last two filled with the hope of new beginnings, at life given another opportunity. A very powerful write my friend, and a fav.
indeed, how very astute
(a poetic perspective on that butterfly, aspect
of life's seemingly burdensome experience;
for, even the worst of books we pick up
has the potential to get better with each new page
and if not, we already know
there's an end to it all, guaranteed
we just need to keep on flipping pages
one possibility-enriched morning, after another...
(thank you! kind poet)
With deeper meaning shedding light upon the philosophy of life….another jewel of yours tagged priceless dear Mek…
Beautiful!
how very kind dear Poet
thank you
Well Put, Brother L.B. Keep It Moving, My Friend.
thank you!
glad you liked it, dear Poet
'onwards then
see what twists and turns await
to fuel our poetic muses
one scribble at a time..' 🍻
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