Poem: Rondel – ” Thoughts too Deep” #wordhighjuly #poetry



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Contemplate and speculate, 

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

Searching within, why am I torn?

Decisions difficult await.

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I’m no philosopher ruminating,

Wonder without, within my core.

Contemplate and speculate.

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

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Thinking, wears one out, unsated, 

Answers true or some folklore.

Scientific explanation, something more?

Faith and the heart have their say made.

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Contemplate and speculate 

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What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

The problem: always, forever, having choice

Sometimes the wish to never think fights.

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Float away, grace whirlpool, without sight.

Easier to be blind than make your choice.

What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

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Is there strength in your heart, might? 

Or do you follow whoever’s voice? 

Let others think for you, make choices.

Choosing right, requires foresight.

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What is wrong and what is done right? 

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Poem:Free Verse – “Fleeting”


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the prompt word fleeting.

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Considerably, much time in life is fleeting,

Even this moment passing now, it was a cheat —

We didn’t know we’d never get the moment back,

But it’s gone forever, clever, a moment we lack.

Fleeting, means something isn’t here long,

We need our best attempt, to remember it’s song,

When all our moments are gathered at the end of life,

We will see life was fleeting, for it’s pain and strife.

Perhaps, we will only picture meaningful times,

Laughing with loved ones, and considering old rhymes.

Pieces of poetry and prose, leading us through each day,

Thinking, and contemplating words, as they play,

At the end of days, it’s hard to say, what will be important.

I think for our time with our families, we’ll feel fortunate.

But if our moments are fleeting, how come they take their time,

Letting as watch the clock tick-tock, slowly, and stately, chime.

The sun may set, but it rises again; each morning so glorious.

Thinking, one day the sun won’t rise; right now it’s notorious.

It rises each day, shooting rays and light across our paths.

So when He leads us, we can go step by step and laugh.

Awaking early, only to see the breathlessness of pastel colours blend.

Photographing sky in our minds with nostalgic clarity, to rend.

Time happens so slow, but quickly when we think, how it went,

So, if you please stop saying everything is fleeting,

Instead be cheerful, and don’t forget to greet,

The people you come across in the passage of our lives.

Live each day, a wondrous burst of your best tries.

Take your time drop by drop, and spend it well, don’t cheat.

Be watchful; when moments go, they go on feet so fleet.

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