dormant is the mind,
that never thinks,
a lost treasure forever,
a ship that sinks,
yet we trod into,
another day,
thinking thoughts,
we fail to display,
what foremost mixture,
fills the gap,
releasing tree limbs,
without a snap!
what ventures,
invoke solitude?
what passions,
must we elude?
to think, without thought,
I think not;
remembering at last,
that which we forgot!
so,
search extra deep,
to the center of the mind,
grab the treasures,
which there, you will find,
for the idle mind,
is unkind!!
been a while since Iโve submitted, hope you all enjoyed reading this little mind exploring adventure. As always, thanks for reading, ๐โค๏ธ
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (7)
This had great lyrical flow to it! A great encouragement to ponder and wonder
Heyyyyy Moeeeee!! Was so excited to see your name in my notifications! How have you been doing? Loved your poem!
This is fabulous! Welcome back.
Was so happy to see your name pop up with a new piece!! This had me thinking (which maybe was the point, lol). Good to see you on here, my friend :)
Welcome back. Your poem is very sad but wonderfully written. I enjoyed reading it.
๐๐ Great to see you back Moe. Where u been hiding?
Good to read something from you, my friend! There are times when I wish my mind would find the idle setting. Intriguing piece!