Black Poetry : Sighted Blindness

[cherryblossom]

As one ambles across the rolling landscape of life
Staggering in contemplation on which paths to choose
Sometimes stumbling over one's own feet,
Lost in a concentrated muse
Oft times forgetting to look up from such a dejected gaze
When upon the face,
One can FEEL the warming sunlight, but can't see the fantastic rays
Caught in a mental fog
As if each footstep presses deeper into a miring bog
Of doubt and confusion:
*Is my lot forever fated for exclusion?*

But, reeling in this intoxicated state
Only serves to further repress one's fate
When heavy sighs even eclipse a robin's sound
When it looks like stark and withered ground
And when hope seems bleak and shallow
The sowing field is not infertile......just only lying fallow.​

 

[queentswana]

This appears to be the "Growing Fields" you blindly tip-toed into, ...allow your spirit to work inside, the rainbow shall meet you on the other side of the door.
awesome piece of work, thanks for sharing/unfolding.

 

[cherryblossom]

This appears to be the "Growing Fields" you blindly tip-toed into, ...allow your spirit to work inside, the rainbow shall meet you on the other side of the door.
awesome piece of work, thanks for sharing/unfolding.

Thank you very much, Queen!


Ahh, yes, the "growing fields!" How very fitting for this! Perhaps that would have been an even better title!

Thanks again!

 

[baller]

there are times...

when the weight of our burdens seems too heavy for us to carry...and we get so caught up in our misery that we walk past our reward without noticing it being presented to us. fear not. what JEHOVAH purposes will not return to HIM without success. if it's yours to have...you will have it.

beautifully written.

 

[Ikoro]

I'm shocked that I didn't drop you a thank you earlier. This was such a nice piece, I even mentioned it in my journal. Excellent insight on this one.

Thank you, my Sister.

One.

- Ikoro