The unfinished poem

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Eerie or rewarding
Never more gratifying
Nor the sturdy feeling of accomplishment
Short of target, with no hard earned fulfillment
Flowing from the soul, heart to heart
From a dancing pen, mouth to mouth
Sharing its light to the darkest of hearts
A softener for the high and might
Leaving colors and lifelong beauty
Seducing the ears with its adorned nudity
Like music to the ears of the deaf
Like life to the weak bones close to death
Like clear vision to the blind
Like relief to the hearts burdened with plight
Muzzling both the civil and uncivil, in ignorance they bow
Subject to misgivings and muddles –praised and denounced
Across the seven seas, making joyful expeditions with no bother
And when the sun is down and not much is left to wonder
And the birds return to their nests, chirping on their jingle
And the stars come out again dotting the sky with twinkles
With no stone unturned and all still left abreast
It makes its way back home, back to the mind of the poet!

   “You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.” ―Rick Riordan

Written by: ‘Nonye J. Chidolue (@NonyeWrites)

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4 thoughts on “The unfinished poem

    • Well said James! A writer cannot be asked (well, should not be asked!) The mind cannot always be deciphered….so what comes out of it stays subject to misinterpretations which of course is allowed where opinions are concerned.

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