How often I refuse to see
The picture as it needs to be,
Caught up in all my needy stuff -
It seems I never have enough
Of what it is I think I need
So in my life I may succeed,
When in all truth I have no clue
Just what it is I'm here to do;
I run in circles 'round and 'round
And spin my wheels into the ground,
And never quite accomplish much
For in my mind I'm out of touch;
How is it that I fail to see
The path that winds in front of me,
Instead I stumble through the wood
And never learn the things I should;
Perhaps one day I'll see the light
And for a change, I'll get it right,
I'll understand the scheme of things
But only if I cut the strings.
5/31/2008
A delightful poem Linda! Great rime and flow, way to go! ! *10*! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad
Linda, I know the feel you present here. It took a lot of years to cut the string and stop stumbling through the Forrest. Great poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Midnight...Don't sell yirself short, lassie! Not sure what yir here for, you say? .....B L O O D Y......B O U L D E R D A S H, M I S S...M I D N I G H T.....! Got NEWZZZZZ 4-U, young lady! You got it together, and you know it....you always have....Cut that albatross loose & you do whats best for you.....Time to stop accomodating the rest of your world first...Altruism is virtuous, yes....but even the absolute altruist deserves time-out to do for themselves! Excellent Penning, Midnight....Metre-Magical, as always! ... Here's my stock advice.... Some Cutty Sark, on ice If that won't wash away Those petty clouds o'grey Another poem, would b' nice! Midnight, you da Gal! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
Hey ma'am.. this what a coincident isn't it? ? ? ? ? .... this is how I feel too... always nice to get the feeling I am not the only one.... this is nice, emotions well expressed... hey I saw your photo, in international poetry hall of fame.....sweet! ! I will try to upload photo of mine soon..... lovess shan
We seem to acomlish many acts, even though we don't know the facts! are we guided by those'd passed over? we can't see like a super nova their presence escapes us, a flash in our mind, everything has been retimed! guided! through lifes ringing bell, to the sound, of our guardian, angel
Beautifully written piece, your words flow with angelic wings along the page. Amazingly composed poem '10' from me clean dishes Jon
I think we all suffer this way Linda, when does one have a moment to 'be still' and see what needs to be seen. Very well written piece and I loved the contents. I felt at home with them. Ha! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
We can not always see the pictures in life as they need to be seen. True, all of us go spinning continuous around the string attached wheel. Without much bothering about it let us spin around merrily until the string gives up finally… A good composition with a deep insight…a ten for spinning around, linda!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cut those strings! ! ! ! Although you still may stumble...you'll be on the right path...good write...Coach