True North Poem by Stevie Taite

True North

Rating: 5.0


True North

Moral compass calibrator
Degrees decrees unsettle me
In search of what? Will
We know later?
Spun out by ancient gravity

Starlight sings and smells of succour
Instinct shouldn't blind an eye
Star shaped navigators flutter
Follow not the crooked lie

Paths are carved from influences
Random guides for rambling
Pivotal, some consequence
Demand therefore discourse within.


Mystic stone that stuck foot fast
Metal rock is precious still
Raw attraction guides the mast
Free to twist its own free will

Foggy morn veils destination
Short arm of a law that leads
Near star brings evaporation
True North guides the soul that sees

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 15 March 2013

Brilliant Stevie - very inspired. Love the closing line.

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Chandra Thiagarajan 15 March 2013

Y our scientific instincts and deep philosophy intertwined have made a beautiful poem to emerge! KUDOS!

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Xelam Kan™ 08 March 2013

A fine tune of machine and passion..... Tone deep and erudite..... Indeed a compass is so much pregnant sign, full of meaning Good job teacher....

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Stevie Taite

Stevie Taite

Kent, England
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