Enigma
Composed By: Sherida (Sthar) Bright The state of being, The act of existence To understand its meaning, And pursue its persistence How is it we are often so distant? The coming in between, Of life and everything, Forbidding that which is willing Life and circumstance, If not for a chance… If we were not so adamant… If the enigma was slightly familiar Would the arrival sustain its survival? If only there were answers To the things of which I encountered Would they ensure what is afore? Or leave me standing at the door To which I remain ignored…
i truly do enjoy your antique ring in the picture, i just had to say. and i did enjoy your poem as well. i wish i knew a thing or two about poetry.
ReplyDeletei got that ring at styles for less! :)
ReplyDeletemy poetry is dirt.
robert frost knows what it's about.