.
.
I sit,
back pressed
against the old oak.
Legs crossed in meditation.
Mind emptied of contemplation,
waiting instead
for words
sublime.
A gentle voice,
more like a whisper,
speaks directly to my soul.
An angel, perhaps, sings of a place
(to me, yet unfamiliar)
in blessed words (from somewhere else)
of dreams, fond reunions
far from ravages
of time.
A place
where (someday)
I’m meant to be —
a place I’ll find my home,
my destiny.
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Thanks for your kind words. I enjoyed reading your post “The Swords of Self-Discipline”. It is very good advice. ~ Dennis
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Thanks for your kind words. I love your post “Special Needs Swing + a Beautiful Benefactor”. As a child, having suffered from polio, I required special needs playground equipment. My father also found a beautiful benefactor.
I heartily agree that our time is best spent “focusing on the beautiful people and not the assholes.”
Cheers,
Dennis
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Hiya Mr Cradiff,
I liked your poem so much I was compelled to pick a pen. You sound a lot like me.
Please forgive me if I’m wrong, but I read this verse as second draft so find my shortened, third draft below:
MY DESTINY
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Isit,
My back
Against a tree.
I cross my legs
And contemplate.
Wait for Angels
Of this place
To whisper truth to me.
Of dreams, and fond reunions
Outwith these scary times
And the place I’m meant to be.
Where is my home?
My destiny?
All the best…
Spirit Of Enquiry
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Thank you so much. I have a cabin in the woods that I escape to. Being immersed in nature is what keeps me (relatively) sane.
Cheers,
Dennis
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You are on the path now, Nadia. Each choice you make or have made, takes you closer to where you are meant to be. Enjoy the journey. Love yourself.
Cheers,
Dennis
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I enjoy the whole “A gentle voice, more like a whisper,” line. It brings these images of peace and satisfaction that can only come from loving someone.
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