Isn't it just so poetic
that we live and then we die?
we strive for happiness
and a reason why?
yet when times are joyful
in one single moment
they can turn dark
and then from out of nowhere
the darkness turns into light
from just a single spark
isn't it ironic that music is unseen?
and our hearing notes on deaf ears
our emotions gifting tears
and thus the beauty of the seasons
as we look out of the window fair
to see the blurs of the great oak tree
that leave nothing but branches bare
walking up the path so frail
wondering where our lives have gone?
wandering where all the poet's lines end up?
and if we'll leave our poetic songs?
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, arqios, sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange, GenXer Shamrocker ☘️, aDarkerMind, Thomas W Case, Cassie58
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Easy Fave Teddy, liked as well... also observed that all these reach us via some sense, be it hearing or seeing, etc... and the thought of being without our senses was a brutal reality check. My latest post is about walking and I realised that not everyone does walk by choice of by circumstance. Ah well... I've begun to ramble on... 🙏🏻🕊️
Truly honoured thank you for going the extra mile 🌹
You are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
My poems are held hard copy in several albums - I often wonder what my successors will make of them. Probably think I'm a tad eccentric - wonder if they'll boast about their weird ancestor - great write by the way.
lol I adore your scribbles 🤣 🌹
Ah the purpose of life my poetic friend. Lovely verse in this poem floats me down stream as a leaf carried on currents of meter and rhym to end up in the pond of meaning which is deeper than it appears. Many reflections on this pond. Beautiful!
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret, forever humbled by your words 🌹
Beautiful
Thank you so much beautiful Gen. ☘️ 💜
written as only Teddy knows how...
and what a talant she is!
take a bow fine lady....and enjoy the applause my friend.
Coming from you my dearest and most gracious friend, I shall take my bow and say thank you. 🌹 💜
Beautiful and fitting sweet, Teddy.
Are you saying I'm old? 🤣 Thank you dear Thomas, humbled you are here sir. 🌹
Superb poetry dearest Teddy. Finely written and much admired. 🌹💜
Thank you so much dear Cassie, not difficult to take inspiration from my friends here on MPS such as you dear friend, I think we are all truly talented and lucky to have eachother from across the miles of the world 🌎 🌹 💜 🏴🇬🇧💐
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