A good thing to have
is the gift to know
when the poem is spun
when to turn off the flow
and when things are done.
you have to listen
to your heart
where it is
From Whence it came
and where it fancies
Most to be.
be it physically
or tangibly,
or emotionally,
what it found,
and what it did
likened unto a pro
or a master
don't you know
all the while
taming your id
like the shrew.
who dug a hole
from which to gaze upon
the likes of you
while you bowed
to tie your shoe.
asking? your self.
who is the king here?
is it me that bows to you.
The King of all the shrews.
Or is it You who Bows to me
The Humble Queen
of all the Shrews.
you have to listen to your heart where it is From Whence it came and where it fancies Most to be. it is really original in terms, language, idea and vision. thank you dear.
when one ask's you what do you fancy. it means what do you crave the most if ask in reference to food or drink or entertainment. or what ever you desire according to the context of the original query.
you have to listen to your heart where it is From Whence it came and where it fancies....physical, emotional, wishes, dreams, who is the king here? is it me that bows to you... or am i the queen...... nice poem. you are very original in your poems.. thank you. i read many of ur poems.. tony
A very interesting poem... I congratulate the poetess for sharing it.
We all need practice bowing for there comes a day when every knee shall bow before God. Thanks for sharing, Stephanie, may God bless you in all things!
Or is it You who Bows to me these lines are well visioned and until i came to the end of poem, the title kept me guessing. this is so creative. different. I liked it.
purely my treatise and theory and or method to my inspiration to write poetry, and thank you for your comment. i also hope you soon find my latest poem posted
A lovely poem with so many wishes and dreams, satisfying the emotions the mind has. Thanks for sharing the poem with it's ideas inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every time a new meaning in it. That is Humility.
you are very correct.