Turning The Page

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The book is opened though the end grows nearer as we turn the pages,
The narrative comparatively clearer as we walk the ages,
Broken hearts and vows now bind the words in tortured tension,
Spoken parts now read blind, too unkind and hurt to mention, 
Bookmark the page, shelve the rage and save it for another play,
Let the players step down from the stage until another day, 
There is the story, laid upon your bed as whispered words of strangers, 
Built of tales of lust and love and lessons in their dangers,
And as your fingers walk the paper miles to feed your growing need,
Each digit gently lingers on the pages past and soft concedes,
That though to turn the page means to consign its words to history, 
To falter at each stage would mean the next remained a mystery, 
And so the page is turned in hope of answered dreams and measured glory, 
Leaving those behind who find they’ve lost their place within this story, 
And so it is like tall grass in the wind that to its will we bend,
Until the plot to us is known and set in stone, we reach, “The End.”

 

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 6th Aug 2021 20:24

Couldn't have put it better myself my friend.

J. x

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 4th Aug 2021 14:35

A stimulating treatise to time and its place in our lives. We are
all servants of its inflexible input and our best interest is served
by learning from what has gone before and doing what we hope
is worthwhile in the future.

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 4th Aug 2021 06:17

Thanks Keith, I'd love to be a good journal writer, and I have tried, but I lack the organisation and discipline. But in respect of looking back, I too almost never do. It's always struck me that life is a bit like a good book or even movie, where we all know roughly what the end will be, but the plot is so well written that we're compelled to read it anyway. It is all about the narrative that we choose to write for ourselves every day, just by living and making choices. So glad it resonated with you my friend.

J. x

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keith jeffries

Tue 3rd Aug 2021 17:27

Jason,

There are some poems which speak to the individual in direct and personal ways which the author/poet cannot be aware of . This poem speaks to me in such a way as I have for many years kept a daily journal. For me it encapsulates a great deal of what I have written and now have in mind to write. An intriguing poem. Strangely enough I never re read what I have written in the years that are past.

Thank you for this

Keith

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