I was thinking of a moment
when my silence it was golden
and the thought of conversation
was effecting my emotion
I sat counting messages
yet to be returned
as the voices would embellish
the ideas that came to mind
It wasn’t til the avenue
and pathway I was walking
brought a certainty of solace
to my quiet disposition
only then it seemed to follow
a philosophy – a concept
that whomever I’d become
would construe a simple pleasure
yet from valley to the mountain
from the mountain to the valley
I could see a supple situ
of a thought yet to behold
holding it would justify
a common absolution
and make but one exception
to a calm and tempered soul
why a supple situ
one may ask with reason
does it ever or for always
render thoughtfulness surreal
from pathways that stay open
to a maze remaining closed
one may never need to bellow
to believe in what is told
foretelling is a virtue
many rarely seem to follow
for belief in always ever
sums up a stronger faith
a faith in what can be
and what may never seem to rise
whilst knowing absolution
is life’s blessing of surprise
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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