Forgive me for being in a poetry mood lately. I’m not sure what brought it on, though I have to say that I’m enjoying it tremendously. I find I’m so intensely drawn to the poems I’ve been writing, much more so than I’m drawn to my usual essays and other posts, articles, and so on. I’m not sure what’s up with that – it’s very much an emotional outlet I suppose…
In any event, I imagine I’ll be sharing some of them here, though others are far too personal and are shown only to a very select “audience”, if at all…
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Elusive
She wished upon a star, shining in the night
She wished upon a penny, gleaming in the light
The star turned into stars and the penny into pence
Hoping for a sign, something that made sense
Not sure what she was looking for
Not knowing what she’d find
Answers were elusive
In both her heart and mind
She struggled deep inside herself
Searching for a clue
Not knowing what was real
Not knowing what was true
The only thing she knew
It became so very clear
That which proves elusive
May be answers that she fears.
That which proves elusive
May be answers that she fears…
OMG
p.s.
JUST WRITE…
no mind
just heart
Arik: Why OMG? For me, the mind is instrumental. Otherwise, the heart is just going to make a mess of everything.