Quest
I thought the mark, would bring the spark, lark of an idea
It went off well, so swell, I could tell there’d be more
If only the drive, could thrive beyond mere surviving it all
I’d do my best, accept the test, happily quest the journey
But so much doubt, what’s this about, no clout to stand concrete
It’s been a ball, but to be tall, you need to enthrall always
Can I raise, the higher praise to meet the craze of success
I have to see, and let be, what’s in front of me beyond the now
And so I try, and by and by, I will search the sky for what is to come
I’ll hope and pray, that someday the meaning sought will play outside my dreams
And I will sit, with much less fit, and so hit the mark I long for.
Paula Antonello Moore poetry, copyright: Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Image: Bench at top of mountain from Wallpaper up
Hey Paula – that is really cute. I love the lilt of it. 🙂 B. On 9/9/14 9:48 PM, “The Expressib
Thanks so much. I love playing with rhyme. Glad I made you smile.
I love the rhythm of your poetry. ‘Quest’ is so well named as the lines dance towards a point in time. You have a great ear for beats. Top drawer!
Thank you so much! I never thought myself a poet but poetry feels so appropriate at times that it flows easier than I expected. It means a great deal when it can affect another person just as deeply. I appreciate your kinds words. Thank you.
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