Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

Progression 200th Poem

An endless corridor of locked doors is forever.
A fine line borders what is to be and never.
There is a balance of new beginnings with each end.
Time brings elements of creation.  What will it send?

Will rhythm expire with a severance of connection?
It is undetermined how this will attain perfection.
The future is forever, and what will be its qualities?
Progression is achieved as I deploy my proclivities.

Join me to elucidate the unknown everywhere.
Enlighten the spirits and make them become aware.
My life’s course is strewn with mines.
I move furtively as I traverse the lines.

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Joe Inka February 8, 2011 at 12:16 PM Well said! Normally I give up when words in a poem reach beyond my tiny vocabulary but this one was worth the word search lol.

Carolyn Devonshire February 8, 2011 at 9:48 AM We encounter many land mines as we progress through life, Robert. Sometimes the distinction between endings and beginnings seems vague to me. Just like you, I move "furtively" into the future. Excellent, thought-provoking poem! Love, Carolyn

Dana Smith February 8, 2011 at 9:32 AM Love this fine piece of work. Seven. Take care. Dana'lynn

Phyllis Babcock February 8, 2011 at 6:56 AM Life has a lot of ups and downs , beginnings and endings and some unknowns and we all travel down the road of life Enjoyed this poem this morning. God Bless Phyl

Sara Kendrick February 8, 2011 at 4:56 AM Life is uncertain for sure..When things get tough the tough get going...Enjoyed your work of seemingly famous quotes turned into a poem..Of course, I know that is not what it is..Your presence at my work always brings delight..Sara