Seek; in the dark.
Learn; without thought.
Grow; despite oppression.
Laugh; in the face of despondency.
Weep; where there is only joy.
Thrive; in captivity.
and Soar; upon clipped wings.
I will hold this poem in my thoughts too. It is very buoying, especially for one whose boat feels as if it's sinking quite often, both figuratively and literally. Hugs xxx
Ah, the attraction of opposites. Beautiful word images, Dale. I loved this. To soar with clipped wings...that’s what imagination does xxx
ReplyDeleteI jotted this down about 10 years ago during a rough patch; it helped buoy me.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Val, my friend xx
I will hold this poem in my thoughts too. It is very buoying, especially for one whose boat feels as if it's sinking quite often, both figuratively and literally. Hugs xxx
ReplyDeleteOh, my goodness, Val! I wonder if it was subliminal, the use of that word...
ReplyDeleteMany warm hugs xxxx
look at you here (where have I been?). lovely this.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad we are all finding our way back here. The little corner where we started and built our friendships. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gina!
ReplyDeleteIt's so nice to reconnect here, where the noise and bustle is so much less.
Yes, our little corner, Anne-Marie!
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I really like this one, beautiful feeling. x
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cheryl! xx
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