Enough of Walking (4 Poets Rally Week 45)

In the days of calm blue seas,

In the days of sunny place,

As innocent as a child,

Beautiful souls explore life in the wild.

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In the sweating season of summer,

In the early times in spring,

In the ebb and flow of growth,

Don’t you hear the hummingbird sing?

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In the days of many a red rose,

In the days of white carnations,

As promising as poetic prose,

Died are rootless gossips  on relations.

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Enough of walking,

I give my pen wings,

Fed up with finger pointing,

I’m ready to upgrade things.

 

Thursday Poet’s Rally Week 45, share a free verse or any form of  poetry with poets rally hosted by Leo, Jingle, and more….have fun!

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77 thoughts on “Enough of Walking (4 Poets Rally Week 45)

  1. “In the days of many a red rose,

    In the days of white carnations,

    As promising as poetic prose,

    Died are rootless gossips on relations.

    .

    Enough of walking,

    I give my pen wings,

    Fed up with finger pointing,

    I’m ready to upgrade things.”

    I love these two stanza’s and I hope they are not because of me. Over all these piece as truly beautiful and I love the power it had behind it. I am sorry for any problems i personally caused you with my views. Good luck to you and have a wonderful rally.

  2. A poem based on two contradictory ideas: “Beautiful souls explore life in the wild./Died are rootless gossips on relations.” I think you are right. Summer is a lot better than gossip! And I suppose your title is walking just because talking was too busy gossiping?

  3. what a flow! i really love how the 2nd verse in particular and the last verse was delivered.

  4. “In the days of white carnations,

    As promising as poetic prose”

    Carnations are my least favorite flower. They remind me of funerals and cheap bouquets. Isn’t it strange how a flower to you is a death to me? Flavored viewpoints! It’s why we all gather here at the creamery, perched on our stools 🙂 Thank you for sharing!

  5. Apt time to post. Glad I read this today. One of those days you feel a bit down yet have no discernible explanation for, but anyhow, this gave a bit of a lift. Thanks for sharing:)

  6. I also like the “I give my pen wings”. Beautifully said. I wonder what the upgrade things will be? Thank you for your kind words of support on my blog post earlier. I always appreciate your comment, very humbling to receive compliment from a pro.

  7. This is beautiful, Ji.
    I especially like the last stanza.

    Great job!

    (I’d like to thank you for your very kind words on my entry)

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  9. Immediately, I could feel the sensation of being near the sea… and how the warmth of the sun shines though the soul. I enjoyed the images that were created in my mind, with words so simple yet so full of depth.

  10. I loved the first 3 stanzas and could visualise the images as I read. But when I came to the fourth stanza, I was slightly stumped as I couldnt see the relations though I did see the association with the title..
    Can you help to shed some light?

    THanks!

  11. Lovely as usual.
    “As promising as poetic prose” This line is so enchantingly haunting.

    I wish I could keep reading without another care in the world 🙂

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