How far have I come? - 12 November 2010.


Cliche.

Inadequate peers to pressure,
And I was never demure,
For sure, I wanted to leave that place,
Finding tranquil lands to embrace.

Appropriate falling in style,
As you were before versatile,
A while, creeping to a subject,
and lease to our effect.

Spontaneous memory a-bay,
What a wonderfull cliche,
I may say, for the beginning is near,
and taught like I should appear.

Befitting tiles lay in order,
With splinters of blood and saw-dust,
Cleansing with rejoice attitude,
A world so crude.

Robust faith with a robust mind,
Leaving it all behind lines.



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Written on 2010-11-12 at 18:18

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
yes.
I adore cliches :)
Over a lifetime I suppose we touch many...
Of course we never want to become one :)
but eventually do mostly...
interesting.
2010-12-08


vladimir todor turmanev
Excellent! Wonderful to overcome the hum-drum,the mundane.and convention.
2010-11-20



Very moving poem John. And there should never be anything about living that becomes cliche. We reinvent ourselves each time it begins to happen. The last two lines sum it up quite succintly. Cheers.
2010-11-13