Remember when lines meant challenge
and colouring was not confined to
parameters, but an invitation
to explore, and days spent
contemplating invited
song, and nothing
really mattered
except the
moment?
There is a place
balanced between
the bustle of doing and
the edge of non-existence
where fantasy beckons,
where aged minds, content
with past accomplishments
come to rest, to ponder –
who once again recognize
that lines hold no significance,
that colours know no limits,
that music uplifts the mind,
and that memories are places of
exploration, and the moment
is all we ever have.
Beautifully done, VJ. And it reminded me–my friend said her daughter has a box of crayons with the newest color added, “Blutiful”. Blue has always been my fave color, so I 2nd that emotion!!
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Love it! thanks
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Most welcome.
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Great insight. As a public school educator, I have seen how “we” tell kids to stay within the lines…so much so at about 4th grade, the creativity is lessened and a shift takes place in most “colorings”. Some creative minds survive the parameters, others…it isn’t until later in life that the confines of the lines are removed.
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Another of life’s ironies. Hope you have a nice day.
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loved this poem. Reminded me of the innocence of childhood. Great job
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Thank you so much – it means a lot.
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It’s like we come full circle. Wonderful poem!
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Full circle is good. Thanks
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Beautiful. Thank you.
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Appreciate the support.
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Beautiful….simply loved it. Even If have a lot of poems you would enjoy reading. Do visit and leave your valuable inputs there
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I did, but it pops up again every time I try to open a post.
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“There is a place
balanced between
the bustle of doing and
the edge of non-existence
where fantasy beckons,”
This is so quotable, I can see it on book jackets, buildings, subway walls, tenement halls…beautiful poem!
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Thanks!
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awesome! I love this one vj. xox
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Glad you enjoyed!
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