Seek no more houses O Child
All walls are things of sorrow
Let us be orphans
A homeless light;
Neither a gift nor a cause to borrow
But a fire that awakes
On unmoored ships in the middle of the sea
And a dappled world asleep neath
Moonlight through canopy
Wonderfully written poem. I sense the theme of “acceptance” or “calling” echoing throughout it. 🙂
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Thank you my friend for the kind words. And yes, the crux of the poem is indeed self acceptance. 😀
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Master poet.
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😊 Kind of you to say so my friend. Thanks a lot
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A wonderful poem. Beautifully and poignantly woven with a powerfully voiced narrator.
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Thank you very much 😊
Your continuous support and encouraging presence means a lot to me. 🙏🙏
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You are most welcome! We are all here to build each other up and to encourage one another. 🙂
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I couldn’t agree more with d.a.simpsonwriter’s comment!
“Powerfully voiced narrator.” Yes!
Also, can I reblog one of your poems on my site, please?
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Yes, please, it would be my honor 😊
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…agree more to*
Thank you. ☺
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