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Does a man feel more if he’s a poet

Or is he more equipped to express his feelings?

Does he feel more intensely?

Do his feelings ring more true, is he more in tuned? 

Are his emotions more volatile?

Do you have to struggle in order to be a poet, to experience life through a different lens?

Or does every man go through turmoil, turn it around to see it’s purpose to the end? 

Does every man live in someone else’s footsteps and wonder if he will ever live up to expectations brought onto him? 

Is it only certain ones that rise above and become the better man, marking new footsteps for others to follow? 

And what then, as others turn away from the path, turn against the teachings and break the mold of what’s deemed right at the time; do they seek like-minded souls and form a new path? 

Or are they lone pebbles swept aside as the current rolls along without them? 

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Tom

Tue 15th Mar 2022 12:04

Lots to think about here. Enjoyed this one Kim 😃

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John Botterill

Mon 14th Mar 2022 18:48

I really like this poem, Kimberley. I like the invitation to consider my own thoughts steered by some penetrating observations and questions . Fab! 😀

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kimberly

Mon 14th Mar 2022 12:16

Honestly Adam, I was thinking about the continuity of the main idea was lost when I posted this but it’s a series of thoughts/questions that stemmed from the differences between people, how they interpret the world around them.

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Adam Whitworth

Mon 14th Mar 2022 08:32

I too have answers to common questions but, of more interest to me, this poem prompts further questions. Ah, it all just goes round and round.

A thought provoking and valuable poem. Thank you Kimberley.

It didn't quite gel for me. It starts with poets then switches to every man. Further down there are "certain ones" doing their thing but immediately after are "others" who seem identical to the certain ones yet seem to be presented as a different matter. This really worried me, perhaps I need to spend more time with the poem to understand it better.

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Ghazala lari

Mon 14th Mar 2022 07:53

It all depends on the purpose of our one life and one death. Journey begins and we meet different people for different reasons. Some reasons are clear others hidden. To each his own purpose. Not even fraternal/identical twins think, nor dream alike. Stay tuned to your purpose, both divine and earthly. This is life, and this is it.

Just shared my views. I liked these questions and thought of answering few. I'm sure you have the answers too.

Thought provoking write. Well written.

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