Peter Berglind

Rookie (May 22th / Örebro)

Sigh - Poem by Peter Berglind

A perception takes a turn,
partly an indication and the indicator
gives an inkling of a forecast
of spiritual squirm.
Between brain and heart hoveringly this seed subservience.
Looks upwards at zenith and reflects that
no trees grows to heaven.
Hankering for a compass and holding on.
Patience is the art of hoping,
and the feeling becomes impalpable.
A wandering of thousand miles
always begins with one step and ebb out
in a changing and motley ambivalence.
Many brooks small, makes a big river.
If only a crest became to a turning point.
A stage of time in black and white
suffocates a predestined fate,
but Rome was not built in one day
And a dimmer becomes clear.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith

Comments about Sigh by Peter Berglind

  • Rookie - 66 Points Francis Wanyiri (5/6/2014 9:12:00 AM)

    Good work... Keep it up. check my poems too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 6, 2014

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