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Uncommon Sense

If there is no beginning how may end               
advance as foe, be welcome found as friend,    
for if the wheel turns all's spun pattern which  
must weave itself through every thread and stitch.
Thus if there is no wheel what cares can mend 
cares' mirage cares, last bend loops round next bend.
Ensure what's done is fun, spent fair, full, rich,

as for regrets: there is no tent to pitch.            

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  • Akarian silver member
    May 13

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    quite good, but also a little confusing. The concept of the wheel is really good in here, an unusual philosophical look on the subject. Good job and good luck!
  • Outstanding

    I liked the whole concept of a wheel. The rhyme is immaculate as ever. You create the sense of a new beginning but also suggest the inevitability of endings as well. Best of luck in the contest.

  • Superb

    An intriguing write, indeed. Of course it brings to mind to items: 1) This old saying: "Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.";
    and 2) Thomas Paines famous pamphlet: "Common Sense".

    Here's a link for the saying:


    http://www.quotedb.com/quotes/1493

    Here's a link to click on for info on Thomas Paines'
    pamphlet: "Common Sense". :

    http://allpoetry.com/poem/4129633
    And another one in a moment.


  • maa gold member
    May 3

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    thank you for sharing your latest musings with me, jonathan ... I very much enjoy your unusual and enlightening approach to philosophical and spiritual subjects ...

    à toute de suite,
    maa

  • I like the way you reflect this within the centre of the flower also, growing ever outwards from within, to become what it is, by nature of itself. Or, at least, that was the thought you inspired. The doubling of consonants and vowels seems to slow and measure the pace so that it seems to turn over in the mind while reading, is this a poetic device?

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