I have been away from O.S.I. so I am happy to share a creative poem with all of you.
In the direction of its voice
Though I could not perceive its face
In a sea of shouts and noise
Lo I took the stairs
And there the sun gazed down on me
Through a smiling corner window
Yet the voice grew fainter
Calling me ever sweetly
My youth frayed like a scarf
Taking direction west and east
And I looking back
Could not retrace my path
Where did I go wrong
7 comments:
A very nice poem with quick action and a veiled meaning.. I stepped into your poet's shoes and delightfully followed Right's call as good as she. We both got lost.
Then I woke up and found it was a dream; a dream that I could not repeat even though I wanted to have it again so badly; and a dream for which I would forever try to discover the meaning of.
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Sometimes it is hard to find the right path in sea of noise and confusion. So much static drowning out the truth.
Yes, I really like the poem, sweet voices are truly irresistible.
Wow really really nice :)
Liked it :)
A big thumbs up. Love it
I loved that! The last stanza really resonates with me- "youth frayed like a scarf...can't retrace the path..." so very true- you can't go back regardless of who/what is calling. Welcome back- by the way!!!
I loved that! The last stanza really resonates with me- "youth frayed like a scarf...can't retrace the path..." so very true- you can't go back regardless of who/what is calling. Welcome back- by the way!!!
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