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Not Every Poem must be finished

Not every poem must be finished    © Shreefal Mehta   3 July 2020


 


Hear it read out loud: https://youtu.be/jwbEDNOh14U


Not every poem that starts must be finished

Not every dream must be dissected and diminished

Some thoughts just offer a rare glimpse into the beauty of light

Some birds soar high, not for food, just for freedom of flight.

 

Not every rule is meant to be followed or broken

And not every thought must be followed or spoken

The fading soft light of a dream often awakens a song,

Your looks in the morn give life more meaning than poems long.

 

Not every poem that starts must be finished,

Next dawn’s hidden in sunset’s curtains undiminished.

The tiny seed hides a tree in full sight of those who would see

The tiny atom holds more energy than all the waves in the sea

 

Behind the curled fist, unspoken, unseen muscles flex,

Not every life that blinks is forgotten, as the poet reflects.

Comments

  1. My son wrote this to me for my birthday (inspired by the poem above) and i thought i would share it with you all:

    Not every poem that starts has to end
    But rather adapt to live- borrow, bend
    A bird flies in high the sky never alone
    Light touched wings, V Shaped home.

    Not every reason must be justified and upheld
    Rather to sink slowly to lightness, to fly and meld
    In the center of hurricanes lies stillness serene
    Thoughts swirling but still, how else do poets dream?

    Not every poem that starts has to end
    Tomorrow's sun winks and slowly ascends
    On shining geese flying south, cycles complete
    Like golden words in your poems, knowledge replete.

    From deep inside comes a vivid shimmering sound,
    The continual verse, a beautiful round.


    7th Dec 2020.
    Love Anam

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  2. This one is awesome! Enjoyed it.

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