A Poem by Beccy

I wrote this in the mind’s eye
whilst driving in my car,
chasing clouds of incomplete
so close and yet, so far;
and as the wheels kept spinning
from beginning, to the now
I thought awhile and pondered
both of the why and how;

That life is all of mystery,
like how a wave seeks out the shore,
instinctive knows it’s resting place,
and never asks for more;
whilst we, with all our breathing
slip diminished through each day,
offering no angles to the wind
just liquid cast as clay;

For we are of suits and citadels,
clothed mostly in disguise,
whilst other creatures know this earth,
share its secrets without guise;
and never seek the vanished light,
false fortune, praise or fame,
or leave an unforgiving scar
to show the way they came.

And when the snow has covered,
fresh things will sniff the air,
and buds will bloom, great mountains
rise and plan each day’s affair;
whilst in the furthest reaches
the unknown sleeps unknown
and only by our little death
may it be ever known.

© 2017 Beccy

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I love this poem! Excellent rhyme & rhythm, plus well-crafted word choices for an interesting take on many nicely-detailed natural observations. I love the combination of being conversational in tone & also somewhat elevated in the philosophical sense. In the end, I got the meaning of your title & I love the way you illustrate "indelible" in words (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago

Yeah, there it is. You nailed it. A special gift to capture these moments of clarity. Thank you.

Posted 5 Months Ago

Hope fully we will push up some of the finest daisies known to this Earth so even in death we are making our mark.
True poetry - like what I was brought up on Beccy.
Nice one.

Posted 6 Months Ago

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If there is an easier poet to read in this big ol' cafe I for one have yet to come across them.
A pleasure to read your words Beccy

Posted 6 Months Ago

At some time or another, I think we all question our life, existence and sense of purpose and what really is it all about?

A cerebral, confounding Confucian like poetic discord, bravo Beccy!

Posted 8 Months Ago

Little drops of water make the ocean....never forget that. We all have a place in this universe. I liked this one a lot. Lydi**

Posted 9 Months Ago

we really are so insignificant in the scheme of will go on, nature will go on...we will be but a blip on someone's radar.

i am so glad you got this one down before it disappeared...such a good poem.
i have written ones while driving...but before i got to the paper...the thoughts have sped away.

Posted 9 Months Ago

Your poem displays a great mix of deep thinking and deep feelings... Life is an endless mystery and our purpose os an ongoing journey.

Posted 9 Months Ago

What wonderful meter hugging your thoughts and concern. Seems you're aiming to praise Life on our planet, of all it is. Our surroundings are or should be Man's guide to living according to.. whatever one believes in; whether Science, Creator or Galactic goings-on

However. as you rightly say we are , '.. clothed mostly in disguise, ~ whilst other ~ creatures know this earth, ~ share its secrets without.. Then you continue so concisely, that man DOES ...'leave an unforgiving scar to show the way' they' came.'

Man has much to answer for. Takes too much, puts little back. And now, like it or not, there's little time to make amends. Thank you, Beccy.

Posted 9 Months Ago

A beautiful poem described with simple words. Escaping from the real world by thinking about the nature and how it works, the other beings who act more humane than humans itself. Haha though you didn't mean to compare them(just my thinking ). But I love the way you showed that every thing around has its purpose and they exactly know it but we with senses still it's a mystery for us. If I misinterpreted wrong do let me know😅

Posted 9 Months Ago

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Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

I'm forty one, single and have a lovely eleven year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..

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