The Gift

Doleful tenaciousness, dissonant outrageousness, in contemptuous mist, forlorn and dismissed. Early morn my sensibility, recaptured tranquility, solitude my quest, undeniably blessed. Forbearance and fortitude, visionary interlude, a sonnet, an epistle, a tenet, a gift.

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John Watt

Date: 7/11/2020 12:44:00 AM

A lot of depth in a compact space. Agree with Silent One about your word choices; evocative, with some marvelous rhymes. "The gift" indicates gratitude for a blessing endowed. Nice.

Jennie Cooper
Date: 7/13/2020 1:11:00 PM

Thank you...Sometimes less is more; especially, when playing with words. This poem does indeed come from a place of deep gratitude :-)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/9/2020 5:45:00 PM

Sounds as if the 'gift' is one you work hard for... And isn't that what life's about, after all? -- We make a herculean effort, and then whatever gift we get, it's on us to accept it. Nicely penned, Jennie! Cheers, Gershon

Jennie Cooper
Date: 7/10/2020 6:46:00 PM

It is what life is about...grateful for what we have but not complacent. Thank you Gershon, much appreciated :-)