Poem -

Ask for the path

Ask for the path

The day is at hand
Everything is clinging as clangour 
The wing is mixed with hazard
Majority standing in-between 
Minority  sombre  with facade 

 From inchoation had I known this day 
When history records the insensate act
Nature swift the feet of  human conscience 
In search of unwavering personality 
To reward  discipline  as panacea 

Cause and effect 
had I set as watchdog
Weighing the sequel 
Asking  of  what end

Alack
For the desinence of the soul
Alas
For the penitance  of the conscience
Have they conceal in their heart 

But I say
Many will stride on that path 
Many will stem on the path
Other will thirsty for the path
Never be carried away by the path
Always ask for the reason of the path

 

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Katina Woodruff...

What an interesting take on Valentine’s Day. We ate crab legs and watched a movie for Valentine’s Day.  I am impressed with the vocabulary words. I was busy looking up the words and I found out, I have a lot more to learn. Literature is fantastic, you never read the same poem twice. Each poem is like a piece of blown glass, each unique in its development and form. You have a way with words. The only suggestion I could give for this particular poem is to bring out Valentine’s Day more in the poem. Possibly showing a couple celebrating, or how commercial the holiday has truly become. There are great expectations in some house holds about Valentine’s Day. Good work Steve. 

 

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