"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way."
Vincent Van Gogh
The bird will fly
Her soul will set sail
Her wings will beat
Upon the blue sky
The world will whisper
And everyone will know
Sometimes you are low
Other times you are high
Right now I am low
But I know it will go
It is just the ebb and flow
I walk down the street
It may be cold here
As the banshees wail
They want me to rise
But I wish to retreat
But in the morning
I am forgetting my woes
So I will go there
Wherever that is
Somewhere there are flowers
But no logic, no rules
Where the morning turns business
To the mere work of fools
Author notes
I chose # 4 Patience
A contest entry
- Enough of the Deadly Sins Already. by Violet Moodswing.
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Love the way this poem ends. It sort of has the feel of turning things a bit upside down in the realization that some of the things we deem so important may not be so significant in the full scope of things.
Patience is not always easy, but it is usually worth the effort.
Thanks for your entry and best of luck in the contest. -
Yes look to the other things to gain strength to being in wait. Well written. Blessings.
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