Waves And Thorns
Some time I feel like
Questioning everything,
But find no answers.
Does it reflect my deepest
Hidden dissatisfactions?
Storm churns in ocean,
From a distance the movement
Of waves is serene.
Sunset spreads a ruby glow
I sit in a quiet trance.
I watch a squirrel,
She rolls over in dirt bath.
cajoles a young one!
Their playfulness spreads a wave
Of mirth into my heart.
Learn to live with thorns.
Often it comes from your bush.
This is how it works.
Tired of working to dissolve.
Even a little thorn hurts.
Eat too much!
Stomach Rebels!
Eat too little!
Sugar goes down!
What a nuisance old age is!
Need a long long rest.
Somewhere in oblivion,
On the higher grounds-
Above the slippery slopes
There is a paradise.
8.21.2016
Need a long long rest. Somewhere in oblivion, On the higher grounds- Above the slippery slopes There is a paradise. loving this paragraph...it all reads lovely, but that one stands out to me... Annette
A beautifully envisioned superb poem incorporating hard earned nuggets of wisdom. The inference displayed in the last stanza should have been linked with positive attitude towards life and a desire to enjoy all the hues it presents, in my opinion.
Thank you so much for your valuable comment. Appreciate your reading the poem.
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Learn to live with thorns. Often it comes from your bush. Very true.