Today I went to the Valley of Erudition.

David Wakeling

On my journey I passed my Father’s gravestone,
I stood awhile crying for him in vane,
He was one who never loved and lived alone.
He drank and he managed to muffle his pain.
Not far away I heard some boys in a fight.
One boy gave out loud screams that were thunderous,
I shied away and fell to my knees in fright,
There are things in this world that are dangerous.

I continued to my lonely Mother’s grave,
I placed some pink peonies at the head stone,
She always loved flowers and had to be brave.
Only in a marriage can you be alone.
Close by I heard screams from a humble homestead,
A woman giving birth like being tortured.
I shied away and fell to my knees in dread.
For there are things in this world that are awkward.


I entered the Valley of Erudition,
And I saw a blue sky that went forever,
Angels were singing an opera rendition,
A cockatiel landed on my shoulder,
Imitating glorious sounds around us.
The small bird was listening to the chorus.
I couldn’t help but laugh at all the strange fuss.
For there are things in this world that are joyous.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2025 01:50
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  • arqios

    We navigate all terrain and clime to where we’re at everyday through the length and breadth of our lifespan. It makes for a well textured canvas🙏🏻🕊

    • David Wakeling

      Yes indeed you are right. Thank you for your kind critique. Mucho apreciado mi amigo

      • arqios

        And then we scale the mount of elocution 🙏🏻🕊 con mucho gusto, amigo🕊🙏🏻

      • Poetic Licence

        Amongst all the fear,sadness, loss and regret in life there are moments to be happy and thankful about, nicely expressed and written

      • sorenbarrett

        Each stanza an emotion and emotions come in stanzas, chapters and sometimes in just single words. The shift as rapidly as the stanzas in a poem. A wonderful write with imagery that felt so personal and intimate yet familiar. Very nicely done David

      • orchidee

        A fine write D.



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