Poetic license?
Can just anyone get one
or only poets?
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Poetic license
is free to every writer,
yet all freedom has a price.
Poetic license?
Can just anyone get one
or only poets?
~
Poetic license
is free to every writer,
yet all freedom has a price.
Should we consider
the thoughts of blooming lilies
as base poetic license?
~
Perhaps not the thoughts
of lilies but the thoughts of
my blooming fellow poet…
When you consider
the lilies of the field, what
might you ask? What might you learn?
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Why do you bloom here,
this inhospitable place?
Why, in sorrow, beauty blooms.
When things look darkest,
what high magic do you cast
to illuminate your path?
~
The magic of friends’
listening ears and caring
hearts brightens the darkest path.
When even Einstein
says knowledge must be paired with
thoughtful care, who can argue?
~
Wise fools and con men
leap immediately forth,
along with politicians.
And what are these aches?
Pains to plague remaining days?
Trophies of bygone triumphs?
~
Tender testaments,
these aches and pains – trophies that
only the living can hold.
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Now that you’ve passed through
fifty’s door what have
you found on the other side?
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Mostly, more of the
same that greeted forty’s door,
except with more aches and pains.
When our children stand
to toddle away, do we
chase after or watch them go?
~
Where we see toddlers
they see young adults who wish
we’d see their maturity.
Should we abandon
these questions about questions
and go looking for some rhymes?
~
Like rhymes, our reasons
for asking all these questions;
to chime the passing seasons.
And not only that,
why do we provide answers
for unasked questions?
~
That answer is easy.
Our vanity compels us
to scatter our thoughts widely.