Seed

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I was given the world

for my birthday, baby

was blessed with a heart

cursed with obligation

graced with a brain

tainted by inner narration.



Through hard work, I succeeded

then cut down in my prime

so very close to leaving

but not yet the time

through all the pain

anger frustration and hate

I survived to have found you

My heart anew, my lips agape.



My heart was reborn

my future now bright

found it had been worth it

a grand prize to this fight.

You could not have known

t'was hardly your fault

my heart’s been castrated

for my love you did halt.



I picked up the pieces of the

shattered mosaic of my life

you gave me fair warning

right from the start

I would not listen

over the beating of my heart.



Through all of this pain

I still had the delight

in courting another

enchanted by the chase.

No tears should you shed

not one drop is needed

for I followed my heart

whilst logic, went unheeded



The secret to happiness

there is not much to know

good health and a short memory

are the keys to your bliss

so I’ll plant this seed, reap from what I sow.

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redbrick's picture

The build up was growing in

The build up was growing in intensity and capped off with a solid and definite last stanza. A true call to arms of sorts and quite persuasive. Planting and reaping all the way!


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cynosure's picture

Cheers

Thank you for your kind words. I know my strengths lie more as a critic first and failed poet second (sorry Eliot/Tchaikovsky I'm mature so I'll steal Wink).


Alliswend bin ich nicht, doch vie list mir bewußt.

redbrick's picture

Oh well, somewhere sometime

Oh well, somewhere sometime it has been said that we are best not to look at our weaknesses through our strengths, it is hardly fair or beneficial. Failed is quite a strong word. We do well to work with what we are aware of and allow the rest to reveal themselves to us as we go along our journey of life. Pardon if that may sound sanctimonious, but there is beauty where it is seen. And my thanks for keeping your poems available.


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