Life Lessons

Soaring above the cloud strewn sky
I'm centered enough to question why.

When no one seeks your reprimand
you think they have their heads in sand.

Life lessons are so hard to grasp
if you refuse a hand to clasp.

So hold your head up ,listen well.
In depth of silence there's truth to tell.

You may feel you're not in control
as if you have a well bruised soul.

Yet you've designed this tapestry.
In light of it all you are still free.


written by Deb Wilson
The motif I chose is philosophical
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Carrillo Avatar
March 22, 2014 at 10:27 AM
Hi Deb. This is a beautiful poem and very well written. My dad always used to say that - the lessons that life tought you were some of the best. Thanks for sharing and congratulations... Lucilla
Andresen Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 7:23 AM
- Congratulations on your fine winning poem in Giorgio A.V. last contest, Deb. - Have a nice weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Mehta Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 5:40 AM
Congrats on the fine win in the contest Impress me IV, deb
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March 14, 2014 at 7:11 PM
Hi Deb, Congrats on Giorgio's contest... SKAT
Copland Avatar
March 10, 2014 at 6:38 PM
very nice. finely structured, philosophically asks a serious question, yet ends on a positive note. at good thing.
Onclaud Avatar
March 10, 2014 at 10:00 AM
how liberating can this be, deb... yes, through all uncertainties, we are still free.. soulful work!.. huggs
Sivey Avatar
March 10, 2014 at 12:09 AM
This is quite a brilliant write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this delightful and intriguing poem here this evening! This is an insightful piece, Great Work!!
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