The wren's fragile bones
rot in winter's frosted field.
Its heart was broken
by bitter storms and blizzards.
O life is marred by
the suffering of precious,
little things! Mercy,
Beauty and Grace are so rare
in a hostile world.
If only Love, and its soft
caresses, would heal
and unite scattered fragments
of Being in Time.
I still search for answers to
burning questions, that
seem like, a lifetime's labour.
The philosopher's
stone is buried underground.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2026 00:17
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments3
Good write D.
Thanks...bit of a darker one from me.
I suspect you know more about life than seeking for it entirely in philosophy. I had a philosophy 'manual' of hundreds of pages but gave up after a few pages! Harry Potter's got that stone. lol.
I have an Honours degree in Philosophy. However, I don't like trends in modern philosophy probably because it's very institutionalised and has never developed properly IMHO. I'm really into physics, particularly quantum physics, and this seems to be where all the breakthroughs are happening. I'm glad I took it for my GCSEs because it's the only qualification in science that I've got...ha-ha!
Ooh, I can't do the maths bits in physics - algebraic gobbledegook?! lol.
I teach Maths as a personal tutor. That's why I did physics, rather than chemistry or biology. My small business is entitled: 'Learning Made Easy'. You can find it on Facebook, if you type in my name on google. The irony of it all, is that not only do I prefer teaching Maths, but I reckon I'm much more effective at teaching it than poetry. Honestly, it can be a nightmare because most kids hate it with a passion...ha-ha!
What's someone educational and intelligent doing on 'ere?! lol.
Honestly, I really like this site. Recently, I joined a poetry group in my local area, and although nobody else writes poetry apart from me, the members really appreciate it. We're looking at the work of John Clare later today. Years ago, I used to perform my poems in local Arts centres and the atmosphere was dreadful...too many performance poets with fevered egos who acted like pantomime clowns. I don't actually think they knew how to write poetry, just doggerel. I reckon I would have done very well if I'd dyed my hair blue and made it spiky and called myself Dommy Rotten...ha-ha!
lol.
I like punk rock by the way, especially the Clash, but not those poet wannabees...ha,ha!
This seems a quest for the holy grail and that philosopher's stone is not to be found. Instead lead must remain lead no gold today and the reality of natural laws prevail over the magic of alchemy. Well done Dominic
Thanks Soren. I really like your take on my poem.
It is my pleasure Dominic
Dominic, this feels heavy with compassion. The fragility you name settles quietly, and the ache for mercy and healing runs through every line. It stayed with me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan...much appreciated!
Most welcome, my friend!
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