Go Figure, Eight - 2
There are clouds of warmth
and clouds of harsh reality.
Passion and debris.
Sun-filled days bring light.
Shadows follow everyone
like spies for the night.
Music stirs the air.
Contentment satiates hearts.
Secrets are laid bare.
Hope fills us with dreams.
Our dreams beget our nightmares.
Listen for the screams.
Home is where love is.
It is the fire, by the fire
that ignites the kiss.
Loneliness is not
the antithesis of love
but its byproduct.
Van gogh’s “Starry Night”
painted in an asylum
is a work of art.
Time conquers all things.
Existence is but a dance
with mortality.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking about things.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
keep thinking & jot them thoughts down .. it's what makes for great poetry Phil .. AGT's Neville
Thank you, Neville. Will do.
May that dance in our lives keep on going Phil. Good thoughts.
Andy
Home is where the love is
Beautiful sentiments here
I enjoyed this very much
Magnificent dear Phil, both sides of the coin here in my eyes, the beauty and the mayhem. 🌹
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