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A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
Through Twilight’s dreams, and Dawn's first light,
a palpitating pursuit chases after thought;
In shadows, cats with whispering whiskers bridge,
unseen efforts scatter, a flight of starlings.
Memories clutch at slender threads,
of moments missed, words left unspoken;
Cryptic lines weave through winding tales,
of love pursued, curtailed by time.
Paths intertwine but never fully cross,
faint whispers linger, echoing past desires;
In the breach, a wearying chase,
not for lack of trying, but elusive fortune.
Closing days bring dusk's tenuous repose,
in shattered hopes and forsaken striving;
we find comfort in their steadfast hold,
not for lack of trying, but of ill return.
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This poem speaks to me of the (what ifs) of life and those that might have been but for bad fortune. Woven with most interesting wording that, whether intentional of not, lured me in. "Cryptic lines weave through winding tales" I had to ask if this intentional of just coincidental. The next line with curtailed again used emphasized the point. I had to ask, am I looking too deep? I think not I see the poem itself as metaphoric woven fabric with its own tale of a chase for meaning that in the meaning of the last stanza the last line gives the answer to . In a Lewis Carroll Hunting of the Smark type of way "not for lack of trying but of ill return" There is no Snark only Boojums.
I may have in my life found myself in a Boojum bog. Not fun. Of such things I have been one slow to learn and only ever venture out accompanied. Else I would be that creature in the Discovery Channel that’s picked as the documentary meal. Such is life 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
I found this really interesting to read, they always say you cannot beat a tryer, but if that tryer never gets it returned, do they still keep trying, enjoyed the read
A valid query there! When is it time and not giving up or giving in? Thanks kindly 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊️
I remember seeing a video of a cat that was dreaming. It was making the movements of trying to catch a bird while still asleep!
Yeah, you get the picture! 👍🏻😊🕊️
First, love that picture! 🤣 It really does say it all! As for the poem...But of ill return, indeed. I think this is relatable on so many different levels...but it is always disheartening when one invests themselves only to come up dry...not for a lack of trying... but just because. Well done, my friend.
Yes, sad truth to confess. 🙏🏻 Thank you 🕊👍🏻
You're welcome, my friend!
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻
A powerful poem, good write!
Thank you 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
You're welcome
BRAVO
Thank you 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
You're welcome
A wonderful poem,
thoughts and dream i'd say!! 😊
The imagery just blows me away!!🏆
Mellifluously penned,
Thanks for sharing much
enjoyed my friend!!! ☺️
Best regards ✌️ Thad
“Mellifluous”, nice! That reminds me of Drew Barrymore. She used that word in a film line; “Never Been Kissed,” I think it was. Thanks Thad 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Fine words arqios but in our life I know there are better times leading to love and happiness.
Andy
True Andy, true! 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊️
Reminds me pretty much of a hypnogogic experience I once had and can still recall from yonks back when I was messing around with Marion and her old man threatened to blow both my knee caps off .. jeez .. I dunno why I disclosed that here .. have I consciously missed some subliminal message contained herein by any chance .. Neville
Those were the days!
its the flashbacks that still get me 😉👍
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