what will they grow up to be,
these poems, still searching for words,
still struggling with truths,
still stumbling over empty lines,
this one that you read
and the dozens that hide in the dark, unread, unsaid,
what will they grow up to be,
I tuck them in each night,
and tell them stories,
of others with wings,
with hearts, birthed by strangers faraway,
I kiss them goodnight,
one day the words will do to you,
what love does to the eyes,
what the sun does to the rain drenched sky,
one day you will find yourself,
on the precipice of being,
in the moment between joy and ache,
one day you will find
that the words have done to you,
what the quiet night does to music.
What will they grow up to be? We’ll see, I often wonder myself.
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Reblogged this on erbiage and commented:
This is truly inspired
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This is fantastic! One of your best. Remember where you were (physically, mentally, emotionally) when you wrote this, and please write from there again! Totally rebounding this.
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Thank you, much appreciated. Will remember what you’ve said and try and find that place again!
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Very nice I enjoyed this! Hugs!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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One strong and thoughtful poem.
Loved the lines-
“one day you will find yourself,
on the precipice of being,
in the moment between joy and ache”
What a rendition. I am glad I participated this week and got to read such beautiful compositions.
Have a good day! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Beautiful. I will wait for that day!
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Thank you Mary!
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Such a beautiful poem – one that seemed to flow from within.. i love the idea of poems being almost beings we need to nurture..and set free..
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Thanks so much Jae.
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That’s gorgeous!
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Thanks Rosemary.
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Wow. I love the depth here. Music is life, death too and poetry encompasses all. I like how you speak to your poems. Lovely.
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Thanks so much Myrna.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you Rall.
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Chills! “What the quiet night does to music.” All the elements conspire toward wholeness, don’t they? And so your poems speak to the under-developed me, and I await their becoming.
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Thanks so much Susan. Was watching some spoken poetry online that had gone viral and think I felt almost protective towards my own poems… 🙂
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Lovely poem, strong emotions. Love the expression of it all.
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Thanks so much… 🙂
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half-formed and in suspended animation yet still you throw such a lovely blanket of care over them
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Thank you Laura, much appreciated.
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I so love “one day you will find yourself on the precipice of being”. What a great line! Love your closing lines very much, so lovely.
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Thank you Sherry. The poem came from being vexed by some impossible spoken poetry that had managed to go viral, offering a glimpse of the future of poets perhaps.
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love this play of contrasts, this being and becoming…
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Thanks Sumana 🙂
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I loved the answers to the questions. A positive poem filled with hope 🙂
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Thank you Purba.
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There is much gentleness here. I feel embraced by…music!
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Thanks Magic ..glad it worked!
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one day you will find
that the words have done to you,
what the quiet night does to music.
Gorgeous!!❤️
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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This is adorable;
Happy Wednesday, thanks for dropping in to read mine
much love…
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Thanks Gillena..
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