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There’s poetry to life I think.
A cadence, a tune, a melody.
It’s off
beat most times, often
off
key and dissonant and
,perhaps,
a little self important.
It’s us that makes it beautiful.
The life we lead has a rhythm
uniquely ours.
Nobody can really tell
where it’s going
next,
Or how it will pan out, or
how
long
it’s going to last.
It’s a contemporary dance, all
harsh
angles
with unexpected bursts of
Brilliance
and joy
muddled into it.
NOTHING MORE
It seems to me that poetry is nothing more
than a thought.
A sigh of the heart, reaching towards
nothing more
than a cry for understanding.
The soul aches for a likeness to be found
in nature, another human connection, which is (I believe)
nothing more,
or less,
than the meaning of life.
About the Creator
Brooke Farrar
Inspired by Lemony Snicket, who kindled a flame in my childish mind, and I am constantly in awe of Douglas Adams' ability to gather seemingly ordinary words into a confusing bouquet of inspiration and hilarity.
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