No longer a preacher or a teacher my words are sold for free
Not written on stone or carved in bone they are gathered from life's debris
An envelope of paper love did elope, in wind written crooked lines
Poems in the breeze, whispered by trees echoes in the pines
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This is quite a conclusion to come to. Perhaps the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. There is a sadness here.But that is Poetry
Thank you David for the review and support it is always appreciated and valued
The best lessons and often the most received sermons come out of life’s fractured pieces constructed by a wordsmith into a fine piece of stained glass. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support. Much appreciated
And those words have met up with ours on the updraft across oceans and land forms🕊🙏🏻
Thanks so much Cryptos for your read and supportive words they always bring much comfort
You are welcome dear friend 🙏🏻🕊
At first read it appears a sad write, then I look at the poetry you write and that would not happen unless you had a variety of experiences, as they say every cloud has a silver lining and yours is your wonderful poetry, enjoyed the read
Thank you for your insight and yes it can be taken both ways. I see life as neither joyful or sad, good or bad but a combination of all things. Your read and comment are always highly anticipated and appreciated
You are very welcome
And I am glad you are putting your poetry out there for people to read. This piece is highly relatable to me and all of us who take up the craft. ✍️ There is a sadness to this, as well as a hope. The sadness: We go from more being prominent in a way (e.g. paid teachers or preachers...positions of respect and reverence)...to sharing our ideas for free, only read by those who come across our words. Perhaps a more limited reach...barring the few whose reach soar. The hope: that what we are doing will carry on well beyond us. The formal roles we had were actually far more limiting than the freedom to pen words that will go beyond minds and reach hearts, perhaps generations from now even. So, I see both sides to this one and, while they are distinct, they are not separate. Well done, my friend! 👏🌹
Thank you Tristan for the read and interpretation. Yes you have caught both sides of this poem that is merely a metaphor for how I see life neither tragic or glorious but both wrapped up in one package and the same with all things, life to death. Appreciate your words as always
You are most welcome, my friend! Brilliant poem, no doubt! Privileged to get to read and comment on it.
Humbled
Very nice, versed in very poetic and quite enigmatic manner
Thank you for your read and comment it is most appreciated and valued.
Tremendous work. You nailed it.
Thank you so much Thomas
Simply written with a princely elegance ! A fave + !
Thanks so much for the read Lorenz your support is most appreciated
A fine write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi
Great work!
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is always appreciated
Wonderful words soren, those words will always flow in the ether.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the read and your words of support.
Wow dearest sorrenbarret I'm glad I haven't missed this masterpiece. Absolutely everything of you is in here. Kudos my friend such style and modesty humbling your reader with your class. 🌹 Ps. I've missed you, I'm on some courses so my time has been taken, I'll be back soon dear friend. 🌹
Thanks Teddy I have missed you and your poetry. Appreciate your review and most generous words of support.
Beautiful!
Thank you so much your read and comment are deeply appreciated
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