Undiluted.
Midnight, sipping on anger uncorks feelings.
Hours of relentless quiet allows unwatered truth
of rancour revealed.
Alone, daunting solitude enlivens nostalgia.
Caught in mind-clasp of blighted self pity I writhe
in abject unbalance.
Choked, distressing fear of failure threatens.
Ready for progress and apathy ousted my memory
owns to housing regrets.
Blinded, growing perception of life berates.
Choices however gear ways to better dimensions
when sense reawakens.
Fruited, maturing outlook reaps candour.
Seeds that tear-sieved show nurtured acceptance
as belief over-plants.
Powered, hoarding mistrust will recede.
With ego's demise warmth felt for others defines
what is to be.
Midnight, sipping on Now uncorks links.
Hours of relentless quiet let light seep undiluted
into my thinking.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A verse of reflective use of words.
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Comments5
The mind can become a beast to be mastered. So well described in this exquisite rendition, Fay! Nothing like "Hours of relentless quiet" to sort things out, is there.
A fine write again Fay.
Well written and expressed
Dear Fay, you so well describe what we most of the time don't recognize and let it take over us. Is that thing that sometimes bother us so much and for no specific reason. We are very luck if we can catch it in the beginning before it causes us destruction. Thanks for this marvelous writing.
Very good write Fay. May the light always be with you.
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