A rather brief pantoum
Up early this morning and contemplating the peace of silence and stillness
Between the drought of consciousness
And when your outlook starts to sour
With jaded thoughts from too much stress.
Between the drought of consciousness
And floods of constant waking dreams
With jaded thoughts from too much stress,
A chance for calm just glistens, gleams:
Each day, just try to calmly rise
And when your outlook starts to sour,
Just stop and breathe and close your eyes:
There's calmness in that waking hour.
Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2021-07-28 at 06:40
Tags Pantoum  Calm  Breathe 
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Up early this morning and contemplating the peace of silence and stillness
There's calmness in that waking hour
There's calmness in that waking hourBetween the drought of consciousness
And when your outlook starts to sour
With jaded thoughts from too much stress.
Between the drought of consciousness
And floods of constant waking dreams
With jaded thoughts from too much stress,
A chance for calm just glistens, gleams:
Each day, just try to calmly rise
And when your outlook starts to sour,
Just stop and breathe and close your eyes:
There's calmness in that waking hour.
Poetry by Ducks
Read 339 times
Written on 2021-07-28 at 06:40
Tags Pantoum  Calm  Breathe 
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