I was blessed
with s i g h t
clear, sharp.
I was blessed
with m a d n e s s
distilled, exuberant.
I was blessed
with p a t i e n c e
elastic, serene.
I was blessed
with l o v e
idealistic, foolish.
How does that sound?
Blessed soul, am I?
L o s t!
...lost amidst my blessings...
... ... ...lost... ...
Never found.
No blessing will ever.
Let. Me. In.
Ever.
Into
that
n
o
o
k of your heart
where my blessed curse
.
.
.
.
hides.
Love...idealistic and foolish both?
ReplyDeleteand yes... nice poem...love the words.." nook " of your heart
I don't know which is more appealing...the words or their formation! :)
ReplyDeleteThe blessed aren't always the lucky ones it seems.
@shoegirl: Oh yes, absolutely. Idealism is most foolish of the lot.
ReplyDelete@thespian: No they are not. Not many things are what they seem - and if they are - they are deemed boring :D Welcome to the blog.