'The double burden, heavy and deep,
Yet strength within, a spirit to keep.
A mother's touch, a worker's hand,
A tapestry woven across the land.'
Life is a jigsaw, made from a thousand and one pieces that somehow need to fit - often impossible when pieces are lost or misplaced. How clearly you infer that.. to me, at least.
Your poem has such fine struture and harmonic words.. a lesson given, its inspiration spread. Having read your bio and then your poem, you have introduced a glimpse of poet YOU. Thank you so much for sharing. Enjoy your time in the Cafe, capilnamirabela
'The double burden, heavy and deep,
Yet strength within, a spirit to keep.
A mother's touch, a worker's hand,
A tapestry woven across the land.'
Life is a jigsaw, made from a thousand and one pieces that somehow need to fit - often impossible when pieces are lost or misplaced. How clearly you infer that.. to me, at least.
Your poem has such fine struture and harmonic words.. a lesson given, its inspiration spread. Having read your bio and then your poem, you have introduced a glimpse of poet YOU. Thank you so much for sharing. Enjoy your time in the Cafe, capilnamirabela
since seventh grade, i have poured feelings onto paper. love letters to a soulmate i had not yet met. dreams too fragile to share. quiet sorrows that only paper could hold. in the solitude of writing,.. more..