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A Poem by Patrick O'Neil

It's raining and the wind is blowing,
almost like it's cleaning, sweeping away
the old and broken.

It's wonderful to see the world
clean and new. It's much harder,
to go through the washing cycle.

It makes me wonder?..
is this the start of a poem,
or just life in general?

If we are a mixture of what life gives and takes away.
The bumps and bruises and the still centre of a storm.
Howling winds and raging rivers shapes
who we are and what we are born to be.

Then I think.. Yes,
it starts as a poem,
an expression of passion
for all the possibilities.
Then ends with what we know.
Everyday existence,
and the hunger for more
than life in general.

© 2014 Patrick O'Neil


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Then I think.. Yes,
"it starts as a poem,
an expression of passion
for all the possibilities.
Then ends with what we know.
Everyday existence,
and the hunger for more
than life in general."

You have summed it up marvelously. I like the progression to its different levels...Bravo, sir...:).............

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Patrick O'Neil
Patrick O'Neil

Gauteng, South Africa



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I am just an average man, with a normal live, and then suddenly i started writing poetry. Go figure??? I also post original rock style music on Sound Cloud, check it out if you are in to that sort .. more..

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