What is the poetry of your life?

Beginning of Wonder


Long has been the beginning of wonder
So halting, still
Unsecured
Retreat too sad
To bear for long

The burning eye
Did cast its blame
And spread beseechment
Receiving only
What fit set mind

There was sometimes
Color without range
Hues and scents
Without explanation
Tiny, tiny question
Tinkle bell from depth of well

The pull was there
Not submitted to, or acknowledged
Not ever gone

After lives no longer counted
A moment
When words stayed home
Reflection of reasons
Did open
Like sparkling veil
And the endless
Had no need
To speak

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by Generalist

i dont know, can you see the light, the passerbys, or the people you call your friends. no i only see myself, what i need and what i want. but other days i see everything. the truth hidden inside every person, even the peers. that is the story the poetry the life of one i call my own.

~Ryan E.

My health is my poetry of my life

Canibus poems there the best.

the poetry of my life is all the unfinished but important bits of the things that have shaped who I am.

The sound of running water at an overnight campsite.

petite neige de printemps
tu te moques et tu ries
tu brilles comme un diamant
tu ressembles à la vie

camping out in a dense pine forest, listening to the sound of the raindrops

Don't know about using the word 'blankness' but the rest I liked and could agree with.