Open Poetry #42 |
a pondering |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
a young boy read attempting to sate an unquenchable thirst from forth the well of noble word to explore to explore and locate the very essence of all being and soar beyond the rim of time on weathered page as he grasped for aye, grasped for tomes’ font of human knowledge instead he found himself grasping for shadowed dreams of his own imagination a young boy wondered a young boy pondered is it real? is it not? does it even matter? |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Yay! The poem is so good it really doesn't matter! ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Garapan's reply made me smile. A ponderful good write, Tim. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Tim, You, of all, know what lies between wondering, pondering, and acting upon. A well-written/spoken poem for those who dwell/live on in the absence of truth. Thank you, Sir! |
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