Poem -

Tendril

Tendril

A tuber of sobriety 
sprouts in the mind
It swells and thickens
from a root to a vine
 

A tendril meanders
and wavers
but all the while
still climbs...

The impossible 
becoming possible 
with discipline 
and time

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Bernadete van d...

The tendrils wrap around in support and will keep climbing when nourished… with awareness and wisdom. Absolutely love this reflective piece. Happy writings,
Bernadete

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Syd

Thank you Bernadete. I appreciate your kind comment. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

- Syd

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Bernadete van d...

You are more than welcome, Syd! Hey, you read The Lightness of Being, much appreciated. I am glad you like it. Stay well, keep cool 😎 

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Marion

Superb writing Syd. Gentle but extremely powerful in its message and love the way you have arranged it. Hugs x

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Syd

Thanks Marion, I appreciate your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. It feels like ages since I've written anything.

- Syd xo

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Marion

Yea...it's been a while. Just write Syd...surprising what comes out when we think there are no thoughts in our head ...hugs x

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Larry Ran

Hi Syd,

I respond to your powerful poem with a haiku.

Saving our lost souls
Aid in their sobriety
No temptations

All my best,
Larry xxx

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Syd

Thank you Larry xo

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