Brick by brick science’s logic is laid
In the mind of the poet all is made of hope
Religion, air castles for what is prayed
All come to the same end of the rope
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2024 05:08
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My impression is anything is possible š¹
Thank you Teddy yes anything is possible. So appreciate the read and comment friend
Precisely - 'the same end'
Faved for its truth and concision.
That's poetry, Soren.
Thanks Dave I appreciate the continued reads and comments. I am am always checking for a new poem of yours.
Dried up for the moment.......
So much truth in this brevity sorenbarrett. My father was a scientist. I guess I have been influenced by him, but for sure we are all going to die one day. No escape from that.
Thank you Cassie for the support and kind words.
KP's at the end of her rope, or tether - she's out of botox! lol.
Thanks Orchi for the read, Get a longer rope
May that rope pull us all up into a better life soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the words of hopefulness and support.
Such an intriguing short poem. Nicely done. Cheers, Tom.
Thanks so much Tom for the review and most kind words
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Two thumbs up
you get from me!! š
Very evocative and
penned superbly!! šÆ
Best regards āļø Thad
Thank you Thad for the read and kind words. As always thy are appreciated
What is the end of the rope
Each will have to take that as they wish either all have value or all mean nothing. Depends if your climbing the rope to safety of hanging by the neck from it.
Iām asking you what is your end of rope, you seem to see things so clearly. Can you see the finish line?
Death is one finish line, I don't know if there is another
Fair
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