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at breeze's end (1 Viewer)

Greyson

Senior Member
at breeze's end
when i sat down
to my papers,
blown before me to pave
this path
i find my heart a little lighter
joy a little deeper.

for carried as i was
amongst the rush and hum
of life
the worry
of what was right
was all i could consider.

but to know comes at the risk
of forgetting,
and where to know
is precious found,
it is easiest forgot.

only in the whirlwinds calm,
beneath whatever tree you sit,
can clarity of heart resurge
and be found under it.

so with the wind's drop
and as my feet regain some ground
i can breathe

a little deeper


and know all is sound.
 
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Firemajic

Poetry Mentor
Staff member
Senior Mentor
This has such a cool, introspective contemplation vibe...quite soothing to read... this poem was a wonderful surprise, the poetic voice and tone is of a well skilled poet... thank you for a fabulous read
 

jenthepen

Staff member
Mentor
I agree with Firemajic; you really catch the feeling of calm that lurks under trees in quiet corners. It's been a cold April here in the UK but you've made me long for the warm Spring days that I trust are coming this way before too long. :)
 
at breeze's end
when i sat down
to my papers,
blown before me to pave
this path
i find my heart a little lighter
joy a little deeper.

for carried as i was
amongst the rush and hum
of life
the worry
of what was right
was all i could consider.

but to know comes at the risk
of forgetting,
and where to know
is precious found,
it is easiest forgot.

only in the whirlwinds calm,
beneath whatever tree you sit,
can clarity of heart resurge
and be found under it.

so with the wind's drop
as my feet regain some ground
can i breathe

a little deeper


and know all is sound.





This is so soothing and calming; it's the kind of poem you read over and over again to take you to that place...just lovely.
 
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