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A Mystery of Mysteries

From my Raven Collection

A Mystery of Mysteries

A mystery of mysteries 
this old life given to me 
why do I fight the foe?
within these veins that be?
 
once upon a time 
I was a glass of champagne 
now I see my reflection 
and all I see are stains? 
 
a mystery of mysteries 
this old life given to me 
what's it all about?
I hear my lonely soul cry and plea
 
broken by the ocean?
or the falling branch of a tree?
pushed over by the wind?
or drowning in the sea?
 
if we are all just a ship
passing through the night
then why do some get to sail
landing on shore in new light?
others get to sink
never knowing sunshine bright? 
 
the soul is a power?
a uniqueness that every human owns? 
so maybe just maybe 
sometimes our souls can be our foe?
 

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Marion

Some excellent lines in this Shirley. A poem of reflection... regret maybe and of everything broken that makes us so human. 

' once upon a time
 I was a glass of champagne
 now I see my reflection
 and all I see are stains?'

so very very human x

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dearest Marion, we wouldn't have souls if we didn't reflect, ps I still see the champagne in me, I just love to use my muse and my mind to see how far it can go ❤️ 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

I too see the inebriating lure of a soul within in misses Harrison. Especially with this poem I might add.

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Shirley Harrison

🤣 I rarely rhyme but that's because I'm a rebel a rock chick born a Harrison I may add. 🌹 

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Jac Fables

I read only the occasional short story now. Poe is one of them. Nice Write S.

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much B.S most appreciate your kind words sir. 🌹 I absolutely love Poe, he seems to leave his mark on me when I do have that quiet time to read him.🐦‍⬛

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John Loopstra

I love this, I have battled life so often wondering, yet I have found that the soul only incarnated in this body to learn things to bring to another life. It will thriw everything at you as a test... Luckily I found a wife that is the brains of the outfit, otherwise I too would have sunk. I am glad to have come to your place (a comment you placed at a poem by Marion Price👍🤣) 

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Shirley Harrison

Dearest John, how I feel so much joy when another writer comes to my work to leave such beautiful words, I absolutely love the thought of reincarnation it's a subject that comes up quite a lot in my scribbles, the soul is the most precious thing a human owns in my humble opinion, a lovely thing to know you have a true love that also guides you. I am truly humbled you have enjoyed my work and I look very forward to now reading some of yours. 🌹

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John Loopstra

I strongly believe I am not a "once born", hence the soul that wants to learn different stuff in different lives. I cannot imagine why else my life as a womb twin survivor had to take place. My wife used to work for a company selling incense to fair trade shops, her boss once said "The quickest way to wisdom is through pain" and yes, learned a lot in the past 65 years, mainly because the wife is good with the craft🤗

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Shirley Harrison

"The quickest way to wisdom is through pain"

What a truly wonderful quote, and I can say by personal life experience, it is very true 💜

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John Loopstra

So, we share experiences... Needed for writing the weird stuff you can put into poetry. Dont you just love the oain when the dust has settled? 

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John Loopstra

Conceded, without the wife I would have been nowhere, my mum found only drama to be interesting and so I frew to think so... Silly sod I was 

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