Time waits for none of us, the proverbs say,
and tides will carry everything away.
Kingdoms fail and empires fall to dust,
ending when there's nothing left to trust.
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow calls,
our fortune, like the fate of wooden dolls,
ultimately riding restless waves
reducing ventures into tranquil graves.
Deep down below the turbulence are men
alert in mind and slow to move, and when
motivation comes, they watch a while,
no quick response except a gentle smile.
Turning hands draw every swimmer out,
escaping deeps and waves of deeper doubt.
Attempts to answer left to float in weeds,
reactions out of mind, forgotten deeds;
survival orders and reorders needs.
Beauty greets arrival on the beach,
at rest, with true serenity in reach.
Confusion in the depths has passed away,
knowledge of their mystery will stay.
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it's a pity I don't have a contest for this one, this would be a verse I'd love to see win a gold ... one of your most profound, most colorful and metaphorical verses ... the fruit of deep meditation, in which the meditator and the world (s)he thought was real dissolve in the bliss of No-Thingness ...
maa
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Thank you for your insightful reading Marion, you are a delight to share a poem with.
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Beauty greets arrival on the beach,
at rest, with true serenity in reach.
Attempts to answer left to float in weeds,
reactions out of mind, forgotten deeds;
survival orders and reorders needs.
In my season of self discovery, I find I have to agree with you. Sometimes our answers are right there. Try as we might, we fail to grasp them. I love this poem layout too. The image of water reflected is very soothing.
Thank you for visiting my work.
Blessings,
jin
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Thank you Jin, it was a pleasure to see what your style is. I appreciate your kindness in returning the read.
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Ah ...
What beautiful pictures you sketched in my very soul ... to reach eternal shores, with that belonging to mortality, turned to the mortal, and that to immortality, regained.
Wondrous work, beloved metaphysical Poetess. Let us reach out to the Timeless, where the mystery will be known in completion.
Love
Myra
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Thank you dear Myra! You are right, the imagery is all metaphoric. Coming back from the quest, everything appears new.
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Dear Margaret
The day has passed; was ever time so sweet?
Slow, unseen tides withdraw with fruitless words.
Sand lies to tell that dampness at our feet
Was once a raging surf where wheeling birds
Screamed of a world of fields, of flocks and herds.
O why, in joyous hour, stood we downcast?
And thus, this potent day, we stand downcast?
Beautiful poem; truths undeniable. One's life; an empire's day ~ all are as one. Vanitas vanitatum.
All is vanity. Let's make our day run as, I think, Andrew Marvel said.
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Dear Ron, thanks for your philosophic verse - I hoped you would post it on your page. This is a wonderful world, and we still become downcast. It is like a season in a life, we turn and rejoice again.
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Dear Margaret,
That time delays for none is all too true
and tides will ebb and flow whate’er we do.
Historically, every empire must
eventually crumble into dust.
However, there are kingdoms that survive
whose monarchies, benign, remain alive.
Republicans who would their thrones destroy
live to regret their rash, seditious ploy.
Men need a figurehead who can inspire
their loyalty and cause them to look higher.
Hereditary monarchs are respected
far more than most of the leaders who’re elected.
If the Kingdom of Heaven should ever become
a republic, I think that would be pretty dumb.
I have no argument with the rest of your poem.
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Dear Hugh, thank you for your wonderful sonnet to my poem. I agree, the Kingdom of Heaven has one Ruler, and one Prince. The elected of earth cannot compare.
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