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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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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