I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.
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9 thoughts on “The Lost Sense of Bewilderment”
A dilemma and a constant in our life to ask ourselves if with this or that our life would have been better.
A dilemma and a constant in our life to ask ourselves if with this or that our life would have been better.
A pleasure to read you.
Fraternal greetings.
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Yes 😊
Life is a series of ifs and buts… But all answers starts after the questions doesn’t it….
Glad for your comment…. Thank you 🙏🙏🙏
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Wonderful poetry shared.
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Thank you very much my friend for the honour 😊🙏🙏🙏 Glad you liked it
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I enjoyed your work today. Like a Bukowski poetry. You tell the truth. You are welcome my friend.
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I loved the complete poem and I believe we land where we suppose to.
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Truly 😊
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I love the slowly realized sense of belonging in these words!
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Thank you such a wonderful compliment, Jaya😊 So glad you liked it 🙏
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