Poetry As A Means Of Meditation

You'd be surprised how rarely we think
About what we want to say.

This world barely gives the time
To do more than think
We are thinking, 
Anyway.

Not the everyday chatter,
Though even that sometimes slips out
Unchecked.

It is our inner message to the world,
Our message to ourselves
That we neglect.

Whereas, a blank page challenges the poet
To do more than merely spill the soul:
To spill it well.

And it is often only then
That we can tell
What we really think,
And how to say it.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 7th Jan 2021 20:08

Thanks to everyone who has left a 'Like' for this poem.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 7th Jan 2021 17:24

Cynthia, thank you, I certainly aspire to be.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 7th Jan 2021 17:05

You are my kind of girl!

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