Two streams that converge
And flow inextricably
Are like two lovers
Meandering about who meet -
Not knowing anything of what
They were missing before
But now having full sight
Each of the other -
Who rejoice at the freshet
And meld and flow as one
Assured of their fate
And their continual love.
Written: September 22, 2023
What Was I Thinking Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John lawless
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Gravity links us together as stardust ~ and bonds collide.
had been a big surge
together meet and converge
then system did purge
The scent of lilacs filled the air
Without a care
Two take a stroll
One heart and soul
The summer sun sets quietly
Hands touch briefly
And then hold tight
Day becomes night
The moonlight is a perfect veil
For this fairytale
Lovers converge
Two shadows merge
One’s idea of Heaven
Is another’s view of Hell.
That explains why many lives
Stay strictly parallel.
Rural folks may shudder
At the city’s crowds and noise,
While urbanites rank bustle
As among their daily joys.
Some plan for vacations
Which, to them, suggests a cruise;
Others needing culture
Might find such a trip a snooze.
Many go to dinner
And enjoy a juicy steak.
Vegetarians prefer
Their “meat’ when it is fake.
Sometimes choices intersect
And differences converge,
Providing just a little taste
Of someone else’s splurge.
It’s good to be receptive
To another’s choice or style,
Though in terms of what you like,
It might be off by, like, a mile.
Free from demanding compressions
fleeting still,is the sliver of a moment
which brings together impulse imparted
where the absolute, and the eternal meet,
as tears of imperfection cry in streams
in the image of our most perfect creator,
why?...why to be in such favor,yet,made to suffer so?
The crucible of self,
can be a daunting place
but doubt not the fiery purpose,
as impure thoughts continue as a contagion
our fleeting moments become our eternal now...
where melancholy rides the back of depression,
spurred on by an ineffective spleen
as we traverse toward the spring of purifying waters...
Then the dawning shall brighten our shining purpose,
when heaven on earth shalt not be just a utopian dream
but,a new stream of enlightenment...