Poem -
Belief
I stand before furore and angst of men,
Paragon unacquainted, pursuit of zen.
Lacking and breathless, debacle attained,
Dreams everlasting yet somewhat refrained.
Praxis of stander enshrouds their drive,
Voices falsetto echo aloud inside,
Silenced in doubt, consumed in propriety,
Whenever hopeful, pulled back in dubiety.
Lyrical talent or theatrical muse,
Procrastinate scope, belief in a ruse.
Why not surrender to your heartβs desire?
Ignite your truth and dance in the fire.
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Comments
Lovely write Simon, you're my poetic soulmate!
Aww thanks Lisa.Β That means a lot from a writer of your calibre.
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You have a vocabulary I only dream of Simon I love leaning new words in your poems that I never even heard of before I acually had no idea there are so many very fine tuned and direct words like .. praxis ..Β
amazing simomΒ great write
Eddy
Thank you Eddy.Β I find the same old words get stale and so I just sit and read new words and understand there meanings.Β I find it freshens up my work more because I am my own worst critique and I would have deleted stuff long ago if it wasn't for people like yourself showing me that every piece is as important as the next.Β Thank you.
This is such a beautiful write, Simon :)
Thank you Mitsali, as always a pleasure.