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Our Missing Piece
We fruitlessly go through life
Scouring our outside
For our missing piece
That for its uniqueness
Defines our very existence.
Our missing piece
We had it all to ourselves
In the dawn of our being
Naïve and frail as we crawled
And giggled and wiggled
At life a gentle fellow.
Our missing piece
One we truly lost
In the noon of our being
When the rushing waves and tides
Came crushing on our solitary shore
We sauntered like insanity’s friend
Trying to make meaning out of meaning itself.
Our missing piece
We come now to our twilight
Dying hours of our being
After our fruitless search
Only to find out all along,
It dwelled within us.
That piece in its exact nature
That scented essence
The very reason of our being
Is tranquil and quiet
In our center circle.
Comments
Candlewitch
Fri, 2012-02-03 11:30
Dear Wonder Golly,
You have written a poem containing a deep wisdom and understanding of life. From this write I sense you to be a spiritual being. Many meditate the meaning of life but not all come to your peaceful conclusions. I really like these lines:
We come now to our twilight
Dying hours of our being
After our fruitless search
Only to find out all along,
It dwelled within us.
That piece in its exact nature
That scented essence
The very reason of our being
Is tranquil and quiet
In our center circle.
always, Cat
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WonderGolly
Fri, 2012-02-03 17:43
Hello Candlewitch,,
this write makes meaning to myself as an individual. Personally, I believe the missing piece that completes the mystery puzzle of our lives is one that dwells within us whiles we search for outside pleasures to bring peace inside of us but we only find more misery.
thus the Missing Piece of life is inside Man himself and its peace and quiet.
respects
WonderGolly :)
respects.
WonderGolly
What I love most about POETS is how they write SADNESS with SUNSHINE on their face, caption RAIN with FALLEN EMBERS and paint TEARS using the colours of WATERFALLS:lol