It’s like aiming for the ideal
and settling for second best
Setting your life up for success
then sabotaging the outcome
It’s like committing to a dream
with blinders on – threats ignored
I know where I want to be
have tasted the serenity
steeped in beauty
and lived with peace
Yet the noise continues
the daily bustle,
the inevitable stench
my soul being griddled
It’s what I’ve known, isn’t it?
sanctity at a price –
the absolute terror
of selling out for peace of mind
I will plant gardens here
at the edge of insanity
and outline my future
denial at my side.
(Art my own)
This describes perfectly what some of us do best…denial at my side, indeed.
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“Yet the noise continues
the daily bustle,
the inevitable stench
my soul being griddled”
Incredible imagery in this!
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Thank you
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Fine art and susurration
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So many trade-offs. Regrettable, but often necessary for survival…(K)
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❤️
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yes, the compromises we make; these days I opt for serenity —
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It’s so preferable to the noise these days. Thanks John
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I was moved by your poem.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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“Yet the noise continues”…
Wow, VJ. Those four words pack a punch. I hear you. I feel it.
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Thanks Vicki.
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Sooo good.. this last stanza so fitting, VJ
“I will plant gardens here
at the edge of insanity
and outline my future
denial at my side.”
xo
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Thank you!
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A very evocative piece VJ.
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re most welcome 🙏🏼
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