

can only shadows
speak to the darkness or can
they address the light
on the edges of shadows
are the silver-toned grayness
slivers of light tones
slivers of dark tones in sync
as shades come forth
perspective gives new meaning
perhaps a new twisted thought
possibilities
open up new ideas
giving all of us a way
to newly seek more answers
paradoxical or not
given these posings
would it be more meaningful
to study viewpoints
with a more opened up mind
giving chance to the unheard
focus is required
to examine all the facts
as it stands for now
perfectly spinning a top
requires energy less friction
For Wednesday
senryu train
they call this hump day
getting over the hurdle
on way to Friday
do we want to push
moving speedily to what
take the time to stop
take a breath today
enjoy that last sip of tea
cherish just today
…..
Today, I decided to use the Wednesday Poetry Prompt provided by Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog.
Allured
allured by the warmth
beckoning seas called his name
left alone he died
Wonder
wonder made him go
left alone he perished fast
nothing made him leave
Leaving
cast away by self
leaving had it’s own appeal
now he has no home
Taking notes in his class
was much like drawing pictures
diagramming the thoughts Father Figge expressed
was the best way of understanding
in my opinion
or so I think it was
Why do they give tests in philosophy?
Think about it
if you dare
Somehow
I managed to explain the Golden Mean
and passed his class
but
I heard that the best learning
was in the after class gatherings
at the local pub
Not one to imbibe and shy of wheels
sadly
I had to learn another way
to make the Golden Mean
uh
mean something
…..
This weeks prompt was to write a philosophical poem. Here’s the Monday Poetry Prompt
Of course, I had to look up what exactly was meant so I looked up what a philosophical poem is. Here is what I found: What is a philosophical poem?
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