Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Sunday, July 19, 2009

~ Lost and Found ~

Lost my spirit
Lost my mind
In violent fury
It made me blind

Blind to change
Blind to will
For lack of doing
Has made me ill

Ill in body
Ill in soul
The journey before me
My only hope

Hope for sanity
Hope in all
To never die
To never fall

Fall from grace
Fall in spite
Of all around me
Of all this Light

Light that is
Light is life
In all the fury
I fight the night

Night solitaire
Night so dark
My spirit it fights
Awaits the dawn

Dawn and all beauty
Dawn finally here
Cast away any doubt
Be happy right here

Here is my spirit
Here is my mind
In glorious fury
I'm finally found

Found and anew
Found and now whole
To love and be loved
I finally found home
~© Bobbie Sandlin~
My first poem that began this all lol. The first stanza rattled around in my brain till I could'nt take it and had to write it down...the rest "flowed" from there. It took maybe five minutes to write. I hope you enjoy.


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