oblivious to which direction, thus,
we cannot know what fate will come to be
and yet, we know this path belongs to us.
Together we've the discipline to find,
with beauty, faith and love to help survey,
the strength to leave our atlases behind
and take a leap of faith to find our way.
No matted grass or footprints show our trail,
no markers for our bearings will be found.
The echoes of our pleas give no avail,
as anxious tears are cast upon the ground.
Yet, all that untold treasures could bring true
would pale next to this chartless walk with you.
A contest entry
- Shakespearean Sonnet by rrw.
600 points, ended July 24, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i luv this write and sometimes i wander down thru comments as im leaving mine that person sounds like an ass you are nice i know that and that was so disrespectful getting back on track yet another brilliant gold trophy as it deserves well done my friend


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Oh, you really are a great writer! So succinct yet subtle, so profound yet minimalist. I think you will be the best writer ever to grace the bathroom stalls at the Greyhound station on 1300 E Seymour St in Muncie, Indiana. Congratulations.
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i don't care even if i am banned for speaking my nind here - if i am not allowed my freedom of speeech then sod you all.
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I care even less if you are banned. Freedom of speech refers to the ability to express ideas openly, not to the right to be an ass in public. There is a difference which I am sure is too boorish for your pickled eye to see.
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people think cos i drink and laugh a lot i am stupid, well i am not. i am not the gretest typist when i leave comments but i do not viw comments with spelling as important as poetry, so don't try and dig me for a slight spelling mistake in a comment left. get real. it is people like you - poetry boors - that make me think of giving up writing.
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"...it is people like you - poetry boors - that make me think of giving up writing"
Stop flattering me. I don't want that kind of popularity! If I did I would write like you and CricketJeff.
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thus? how many people do you hear speaking so? are you so trapped in old ways that you will not allow a person of this time room to breath in poetry? laugh and dislike me all you wish, at the end of theday, without being arrongant, i am better at writing than you are. if you can not accept hat, please do not speak to me in ironic tones in a comment i left smiling to another
just leave me alone. and i will not bother you, is that too much to ask? or do you genuiely think you can write better than my mind? and i like you, i think your thoughts are good in poetry but you still wnt to run at me for smiling in a poem to someone? what is that about/ your fear?
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Yes. I am rendered with a severe case of teratophobia and it is nothing personal.
"...at the end of theday, without being arrongant, i am better at writing than you are..."
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now i know that for certain, you were trying to attack me with your smiling comments to me in the past. and that is the difference between me and you, i never attack anyone for no reason, yet you plot whilst sober how to bag me. on block you will go, i consider you a fool.
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"...i never attack anyone for no reason..."
No. You attack people for really bad reasons like the fact you are a drunken megalomaniacal ass.
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A well earned reward for a well penned poem. Congrats and as usual to your style you take us on a journey filled with essence
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i really enjoyed this poem, especially the last couplet. the rhyming was well done; very free and with a good flow. thank you for sharing this poem with the site.
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A finely-fashioned sonnet and a worthy winner - congratulations.
Bill

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Congratulations on the gold! A fitting trophy for an excellent poem! A lovely graceful poem.


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great!
I love the whole idea of the journey and how we can't know or should even try to figure it out... just enjoy. And wonderful the "punchline" of your couplet... great, solid writing.

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I can't stop commenting on your poetry.
That's because it's insanely brilliant.
This piece is beautiful, and the imagery incredible ~
"the strength to leave our atlases behind
and take a leap of faith to find our way."
~ It just conjures up such a brilliant image in my head of preferring to be lost with the one you love rather than knowing where you are without them.
"Yet, all that untold treasures could bring true
would pale next to this chartless walk with you."
Oh my God,
TAKE MY CLAPS.
Your sonnets are incredible.

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Brilliant first verse.
Excellent.
Here's the trouble with poems that are flawless in my voice; there's not much to say =]

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I enjoyed it because I understood it
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To touch and taste that for which your all was made...such a swell write; I felt the breeze of it


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Great poem

I absolutely love it.
The tone is amazing(:
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This is a lovely dissertation on the 'leap of faith' and the gains to be made by abandoning atlas and being reliant on the quiet inner voice.


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lovely, lovely....tragedy and beauty blended!
wonderfully written to uplift and renew.
ears/Seattle
way to write!















