We Write Poems Wordle #8
The Way of the Poet
The chandelier sparkles
Dance with wings
Dance with wings
The color jade
Mindless
I believe
The journey
Never ends
The sun comes up
Scattered beginning
The day may prove
The path difficult
Or two
Or twenty
There will be mysteries
You will sit by the road
Scribbling
Hummingbirds quarrel
A balancing act
It will all be over
In the blink of a whirlwind
Still the quest never ends
Still the quest never ends
5 comments:
I know much about sitting by the roadside scribbling and you are so correct, it is over in the blink of a whirlwind and still we continue. Perhaps that is the only road to sanity?
Elizabeth
Nice poem, and its true that the quest never ends for a poet!
'I believe
The journey
Never ends' ~ I adore the phrase. No matter what challenges life offers ~ 'Still the quest never ends' ~ Very uplifting!
its a process...and i never want to get to that point of feeling i have arrived...because then you stagnate...grow/change/shake it up....
The way of the poet indeed. I hear you about the tornadoes. There are times I feel like I'm holding on to the tail of a dragon and it's dragging me along. Very nice.
-Nicole
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