Anything Flows
Anxiety pervades this mind and body
nearly anything ruffles its custody,
yielding barren thoughts, this malady
tenaciously attests to my life as buddy,
housing this proclivity to thoughts muddy
it looks like a saga of unending tragedy;
noble folks say, with wit and temerity, weedy
growth can be stalled to make mind steady.
Flow of any thoughts in mind has no aperture seem,
letting anything in and out during day and dream;
one’s mind -a marrow of imprints, of subtle nuances to grim,
watching and guarding it relentlessly of what gets to teem
shaping to keep it fit to face anything is my perennial theme.
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23-Nov-2018
Eight word challenge to use the below words.
1.Aperture 2.Attest 3.Barren 4.Temerity 5.Saga 6.Proclivity 7.Nuance 8.Marrow
1 original, poem on the theme of ANYTHING
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
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