My only shield is these words
Now that I am old
I barely remember their sounds
My only shield is this earth
That saves me from the skies
The men that judge from the clouds
While I rest easy in the soil
My only shield is these words
Now that I am old
I barely remember their sounds
My only shield is this earth
That saves me from the skies
The men that judge from the clouds
While I rest easy in the soil
Beautiful.
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Thank you, Anna 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Jack. Thank you for visiting and following my blog. I was struck by your about statement with your Gravatar, saying you “will most likely suffer from this contradiction of working full time at a grocery store, and having been born a poet. I wouldn’t be too sure. You have a lot to say, and a lot to offer.
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Thank you! Not a worry, you have some great stuff 🙂 Thank you for your kind comment! It seems at least for the meantime I will suffer this contradiction, haha! Maybe sometime in the future that will change 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Jack. Thank you for visiting and following my blog.
I was struck by your about statement with your Gravatar, saying you will most likely suffer [your] whole life from this contradiction of working full time at a grocery store, and having been born a poet.
I wouldn’t be too sure. I get the sense that you have a lot to say, and a lot to offer.
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Excuse me. I misrepresented your words. You said “most of his life,” not your whole life.
Either way, it’s witty, yes. But, the way it’s gonna go? Not necessarily.
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Lets hope not eh! Thank you for taking notice of my profile though, appreciated 🙂
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You’re welcome, Jack.
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Got me right from the first stanza. Beautiful work.
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Thank you!! Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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lovely!
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Thank you!
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Well written.
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Thank you 🙂
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Shivers
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Thank you very much!
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