Unmeditated

March 8, 2018 · by · in Poetry · 5 Comments

At last, I understand
How poems are unlike actions

— The one who argues
Writing is not an inaction

Despite this being
Itself an action —

A gesture
Is pure

No time to channel
The head’s weather or

Movements of the heart
It is without motive

A parent’s
Protection

My teacher’s
Direction

Are innocent and yet
Such things change lives

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5 comments

  1. earthwalking13 · · Reply→

    Gestures are pure 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sundaram Chauhan · · Reply→

    Lovely…:))

    Liked by 1 person

    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      Thanks, Sundaram.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. forresting365 · · Reply→

    ❤️:)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      🙂 Thanks, Katy.

      Liked by 1 person

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