Yehoshua Yochanan | + Follow Poet |
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No Shaking Words

Not once did I fall,
but countless.
Words shaking,
fearing the tender,
touch of clouded mystery.
Should the mind's waters,
spill from the glass,
to whom will it fall,
the good or the bad?
The grains of my sand,
are the pieces of the void,
where my mind treaded always.
It is kept in my chest,
with a lock in my heart,
that should someone wish,
to steal my sand,
it will be futile.
I will protect,
what streams from my soul.
For, once before,
everything nearly costed,
my Soul.

Copyright © Yehoshua Yochanan | Year Posted 2023

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Karen Jones Date: 10/2/2023 9:01:00 AM This is deep and thought provoking. I enjoyed the word choice especially "Should the mind's waters, spill from the glass, to whom will it fall, the good or the bad?" Login to Reply Yehoshua Yochanan Date: 10/3/2023 4:17:00 AM I'm glad you like it!. Actually, this is a poem I have written a long time ago, and I must admit that I nearly forgot what it meant if I didn't post it. Even now as I read it again, I began to recall the emotions that have driven me to write this poem. Especially the part: "The grains of my sand, are the pieces of the void, where my mind treaded always. It is kept in my chest, with a lock in my heart, that should someone wish, to steal my sand, it will be futile"