Poem -
WHO KNOWS
Is it a cage in which we sit
Hemmed in by insecurities
Loneliness and angst
Searching for something
Yearning to fly
As the days turn to nights
Which pass us by
Or is it a stage on which we flit
From glory to glory
Like pretty flowers
Filled with the perceived importance
Of our own unique story
And is it a choice
Do we make it
Or break it
By our own inner voice
Or the random mixing
Of karma and fates
That throw ingredients together
To bake random cakes
Who knows
Who can ever truly know
Why my cake tastes so bitter
Marion Price(2019)
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Brilliant luv xx
Thankyou my friend❤️
Marionette!
You're truly a wonderful writer. Great, pensive poem, beautifully penned.
I miss you. I haven't been on much due to literary angst regarding some chickens, but have missed your great writing.
I hope to be on more when I'm present in a more usual fashion, but for now, hi, and keep writing, because you're really talented.
Matthew.
Mathew!! My lovely man...we have missed YOU!!! Sort them chickens out and get back on here!! ...seriously you have been missed my friend and I long to read one of your beautiful dreamy wistful verses, you are slacking and shirking your responsibilities....post soon!! And...where is your challenge...lol???? oh life is busy and work gets in the way of it...I truly hope you are back soon my friend, I miss the laughs...hugs ?
Thank you, Marionette!
What a nice compliment! The last compliment I received was in April of 1992, so it's nice to hear, and it was: You're not a quarter as dumb as you look! (thanks mom). Anyway, I appreciate it, and you, and your wonderful writing and friendship!
Oh yes! I forgot about the contest! I will contemplate it!
Thanks!
M.