An idler sat quietly
meditating by the sea
seeking answers to
his questions of how
he would be free
With notions of extremity
he dreamed in ecstasy
Believing more in his
fantasies than reality
In total isolation
he pondered to his hearts
content
while the world around him
kept on spinning without descent
His world became an illusion
filled with fallacies
because faith without action
is just plain old lunacy
Author notes
I'd rather be there than here
A contest entry
- Winner takes it All....Prompt by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended August 6, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well-penned words of truth. Who could argue with your sentiments?
Cheers,
Bill
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I find myself agreeing with you immensely, Darell.
But I rather call faith without works idiocy.
I cannot comprehend how someone can think that simply claiming to believe in someone or something would be enough to gain favor. -
True thoughts penned here.
C
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