The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us,
From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh,
We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning,
For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence,
We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down,
Trying to understand the spirit that drives us through life's labyrinth,
Walking paths of distant memories, seeking to fulfill thoughts,
Pushing forward, adjusting, arranging life's letters in perfect order.
I discover love as a masterpiece, faith as a new chance,
Hope as a warm embrace that holds me in its arms,
As the days swiftly turn from light to night,
I stand by the river's edge, singing an ethereal song, a hymn of change.
The circle of life always twists, like a story unfolding without end,
And I, a traveler through seasons, let myself be carried by the waves of eternal time.
Categories:
turn in, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
My mind could well from a million alts choose:
Marvel at beauty of that moonless sky,
Re-live that meandering slow boat cruise,
Recall fragrance from her love wafting by,
Re-enjoy bluebell blossoms of late springs,
I could have dwelt at her demurring dimple
Which, seems to show deeper dent when she sings,
And whilst at it, could have delved on her ample
Presence— any of her prime beauty spots,
But worries weighed in, crowding out my joys,
Why, but I kept on dotting needless dots,
Not on the pleasant dream, what it destroys,
Which, made me twist and turn in bed n times,
Dwelling on life’s peripherals, not primes.
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Sonnet |01.02.13, revised November 2024|
Categories:
turn in, irony, night, psychological,
Form: Sonnet
war soon would be done
we had to turn in our gun
after war was won
Categories:
turn in, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Poem inspired by Dutch Poet, Herman Gorter
"ever royal and keen"
this shadowed walk
sends an obscene scene
as the world balks
echoing unending
showers of insolence
with no mending
of man's dissidence
I arise silently,
turn in quietude
from the violently
impudent multitude
Poem inspired by Dutch Poet, Herman Gorter
Categories:
turn in, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
~My Soul Forever . . . passes, in the wind . . . knot, turn, . . in the wind~
my wind is smited.
My froth forever errgo of my wind, that passes.
that passes in the night to twas what was that winter in my soul,
and fore thee is forgiven?
I do not know.
Categories:
turn in, wind,
Form: Blank verse