Hiya Robert ... ooohhhh ... this takes some pondering ... and though the meaning be deep, layered and layered, your rhythm and flow keeps our mind rolling ... thank you Robert for BEAUTY and TRUTH ...
"A thing of BEAUTY is a joy forever"
likewise your words can never pass "into nothingness"
love ... druid

Essence ... dearest ...

Dear, Dear Galadriel ... thank you ... now will this warm, affectionate, lively Sag, zing more pOeMs into the new forum for Budding Poets ...

and

my dearest Essence ... and out with your winged words, girl ...

love to you ... druid

Reviving the evergreen words of Poetry ... here's a light one for all you magical folk - when LOVE walked through your door, unaware ... ...

Huh ?

Did I just think what I thought
Should I or should I not
Just think this tiny thought

Oh what the heck -

I'll think it any way
Just a second in a day
No harm done

Son-of-a-gun !

Before you know it
The second becomes a minute
And the minute an hour

this thought is gaining power

Not aware, I'm not aware
Of the oncoming sign "beware -

What you think shall come to pass"
For me with Mercury square Mars
Let's just say that's a double

(Oh ! if I can only stay out of trouble !)

Think thoughts sublime
That won't confuse my mind

Yet this thought holds so much more
Perhaps a revelation lies beyond the door
this is making me think, making me think

Look ... I haven't be able to sleep a wink !

This teeny-tiny thought for just a second
Now's got me into more than I had reckoned

I should have taken a spiritualist's advice
Think thoughts where you won't have to pay a price

But, hell no, now its too late
This thought is determining my fate

If only I had the patience to wait -

But I can't ... not when the thought is you
Its racing through me - what can I do ?

A three-lettered thought that has me soaring high
High, high, see ? - just reach out and I touch the sky !
Is this elation ? well then I'm there

Hey, euphoria ... is not such a scare !

At least I'm optimistic
and yes, quite acoustic
(I know its just a rhyme
Got to, got to, pass the time)

Should have known better than to entertain this thought
Ugh, I'm restless - and the weather's not hot

If there's any such thing like Thought-Fever then its what I've got !

Perchance you'd think I'd give this thought away
"You've got to be kidding!", I'd say

Have you ever thought a thought like I'm thinking
For if you have you wouldn't be asking
This thought has a hex on me - its true

But then, who cares when the thought is you !

Love always
druid

Rev up the winged words ... knowflakes

Imagination walks a line
Between infernal and divine
Analysis of truth, my love --
Above abysmal chasms of
The logic of the scientist,
The Truth is in the poet's mist.

And anyway, the final proof
Of any pudding is aloof
From the demonstrable precision
Of its culinary vision:
If it's tasty, that's enough
To guarantee a tummy-stuff!

Dearest Knowflakes : ... calling all poets ... we need the poetry ... the winged words ... that will send a magic call to all ... come here ... and light the fires of the soul ...

Greg, that is indeed is a lovely pOeM ... what practical magic you did weave with your poetry .. I so love poems ...

Do you know that a rhyme
can stop time
bring a light to your eyes
yeah Greg, the poet's mist is wise !

Have you ever had someone write a poem to you
When you are down and feeling blue
Those winged words release your being
Transcends and purifies everything

Holds you spellbound past time ...

Oh, but you will know this only when you rhyme

So come knowflakes, do share with me
the practical magic of poetry ...

Love you ... druid

There are days when to go back and read what you thought you missed is indeed a good thing for the words and blessings in the poetry of those talented and gift souls you be have given to me
the RAINBOW'S Promise
of color and joy and wishes after tears
to I have just gotten to these words today
Gali I hope you do not mind but I wish to print your first poem and gift it to my family this past summer we have known a sadness and the words to help to heal
the date that the poem was posted is of special meaning to me I need my (alone) time
what Libra doesn't but it was posted on the day my Grandmother was buried and so speaks of the double sadness I knew since it had been nearly a month since my mom was buried
and I ask you permission to print this and
share it with my family at those who would understand and find that their eyes mist up as mine do now but it is a good tear the rain before the RAINBOW'S PROMISE
thank you for your words

and to you Robert since you have given permission to share your poem I hope it will be alright that I also print it I want to frame and hang it on my wall so that when my scales get tipped as life will do I have a reminder to help me re-balance them

Rainbow your mothers poetry is a treasure better than the pot of gold

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