Justin Chan

Revelation - Poem by Justin Chan

On a dusty morning,
I sit in my chair,
In the public library.
Reading, discovering,
To open my mind,
Broaden my horizons,
Widen my thoughts.

I have lost,
The meaning of life,
Burned out,
My inner self.
Endless work and routine.
Trivial things,
Mean nothing.

I look up from my book,
Reasons unknown.
Specks of dust,
Dance through sunlight,
I'm reminded,
Off a forgotten tune.

A thought appears,
A memory.
I follow,
And my memories,
Of childhood.

The forgotten tune,
Seems louder now.
Gentle strums,
Of a guitar.

The tune materialises,
A rack away.
I follow the sound.
An old man sits,
Playing the tune,
His fingers plucking,
A tune I now remember.

Tears flow unbidden,
As pure bliss flows.
My meaning in life,
Is back.
I enjoy the music,
Closing my eyes.

When I open my eyes,
The music stops.
The man is gone,
But the guitar stays.
It's a gift,
Says a note,
A gift of life.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A variation of Gentle Strums

Comments about Revelation by Justin Chan

  • Justin Chan (1/16/2013 8:37:00 AM)

    Thanks :) I used raw inspiration to write this, so it may seem... Rough (Report) Reply

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  • Xelam Kan™ (1/16/2013 8:11:00 AM)

    Not bad......... seems a run-on discourse.....Flow is good
    Infact some memories of the past have lasting fragrance and shine....
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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