Poem -

of FLESH and BLOOD and BONE...

There are answers
In my weary palm
Yet...

I do not ask
The questions....
 
Is it...
That I fear to know
The source 
Of such
A potent force
That ebbs and flows
Around us
In the air...

Or....

Is it that I realise
That I
Of flesh and blood and bone
Was never meant

To understand....

Or know 
Of the intent
Or
Of the plan....

Or maybe....
I just fear to hear
The starkest truths
For
Might they not
Incite 
And bring
A loneliness
And 
Dreadful 
dread
Of death?

Or will...
The beauty bring me
To my knees
To gaze with longing
Through the trees

To view
The blank blue sea
That is the sky....

And....

Might I wish
To float the trees
To soar the blue
And
Leave the fears
Of life and death
Beneath me....
Much
Too 
Soon?
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Or does m
My truest
 heart
Already know
That through 
The many miles
To treck
Tis not my path
Or
Say
To let breath go...

         Even as I
           Yearn
         Once More
              To
              Fly...

There are answers
In my weary palm
Yet...

I will not 
Ask
The questions.
Marion Price(2020)
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A Lonely Journey

Marionette, 
What a brilliant, thought-provoking poem. 
You are really a fantastic writer/ thinker. 
My mind often wanders into these same thoughts, and it's so frustrating to never be able to discern answers, isn't it? 
Wonderful, thoughtful writing, as always. 
Hugs, 
Matthew. 

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Marion

Ah...my lovely friend, I don't feel it's quite right but I'm way too tired to sort it now. Thankyou for liking it....we also both like Robert Frosts 'woods' poem...so of course we think alike ???

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A Lonely Journey

Oh, that's my absolute favorite. 
I think there are different interpretations to it, but to me, he seems like me, so weary of this life, looking at the eternal darkness of the woods, but have obligations keeping him here. Sigh. Miles to go before I sleep, I guess. 
You're a terrific writer, my friend, and the poem is perfect the way it is. 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Brilliant I love your weary palm ???

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Marion

The weary palm is meant to represent all the ways humans find to 'talk' to 'spirit' 'other' or  'God' depending on beliefs....you know, prayers, ouji boards, psychic writing etc. Thankyou my lovely friend ??

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Jill Tait

Yes very clever thinking Marion ❤️❤️❤️

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Marion

But mine is very very definately weary Jill...how many hundreds  have  you written since yesterday?? ..will check them all out twm...night love?

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Jill Tait

Awww xxx heehee last one i put on just before may be abit below belt haha xx me n my dam imagination ??❤️❤️❤️

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Marion

Looking forward to reading it...can't keep up...help?? lol...it will probably be ten below your new ones by twm...you...poetry machine you???

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Jill Tait

Lol ay think I need to slow down :) gonna blow a fuse ???❤️❤️❤️

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