Deprivation is
the foundation stone of creativity,
just ask any successful one
many like me alone,
amidst many a dark situation
lurk about
but inclinations
I haven't given to any
the limits of my yields
have yet to sprout,
of that I have no doubt
but to be lonely
just to brood isn't the purpose of life,
we left our parents in the far oceans of life
and stayed on to surf all alone
haven't we
So take not to heart
there is so much still,
time is a blessing
your heart do search
and move on with the sojourn
the destination is yet not in sight,
take a night flight to see paradise
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I took a flight into nights paradise and wrote 'Lilies' thank you for the inspiration my friend
I appreciate the advice and your poem big hugs
love JC xxx
get well soon
sister
I will be ok I just need to
I will be ok I just need to find my own way alone
hugs JC xxx
get well soon
4 U
poetry is a God
granted boon
Loved
That your writing of this piece has helped someone is a great honour.
That you wander with your thoughts as a butterfly
Flitting from flower to flower
Attracted by the light of creation then sipping of nectar.
Go well young traveller
Your sojourn is a complete thing in its own rights.
Let dreams festoon your ways with love and compassion
Letting loose all thoughts of self
Wander within the realms of beauty and beauty will be yours..
But Don't quote me, Yours Sparrow, feeling sentimental,
I know more mental than sental but I shall retire to my cave and read up on what sental means it may be a bad word..
Sental:-
An época roman-a Sental a së s-ciamava Naxia e a fasìa part dël Forum Germanorum; quand che Roma a l'avìa consedù la sitadinansa, la sità a l'era stàita anserìa ant la tribù Pollia.
Peui tuta la region a l'é stàita anvadùa da Gòt, Longobard e Franch. La prima notissia ëd Sental a l'é dël 1055, quand che ël vësco Cunibert ëd Turin a l'avìa regalaje la gesia ëd San Gioan a l'Abassìa ëd Santa Marìa ëd Cavour.
Peui ël pais a l'é tornà al vësco ëd Turin, a l'é passà a jë Sgnor ëd Brajda, aj Marchèis ëd Salusse, a j'Angioin e a la fin, mach ant ël 1588, aj Savòja che a l'han passà ël pais aj De Bolleris, duca ëd Chialbèis.
Ant ël 1589 a l'era stàit campà giù 'l castel ëd Sental.
Mach d'apress a le guère ëd Napoleon a l'é peui ancaminaje për Sental n'época ëd pas.
Ask Joe for a translation lol
hi Ian thanks do post it as a poetry all who need will benefit
That your writing of this piece ****** ..........(modify as necessary....)
has helped someone is a great honour.
That you wander with your thoughts as a butterfly
Flitting from flower to flower
Attracted by the light of creation then sipping of nectar.
Go well young traveler
Your sojourn is a complete thing in its own rights.
Let dreams festoon your ways with love and compassion
Letting loose all thoughts of self
Wander within the realms of beauty and beauty will be yours.