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October Poems 2024 >> oft when i would be dead
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 15
oft when i would be dead
oft when i would be sad,
i find a launching pad
for vistas new, of happiness
robust and myriad.
oft when i would be blind,
an epithet i find,
that gives my iamb just a glimpse
of vision redefined.
oft when i would be lonely,
i find the one and only
alternative for comradeship
among the poor and lowly.
oft when i would be mute,
i find a parachute
that navigates my silenced tongue
along a trenchant route.
oft when i would be dead,
new life in me is bled
by standing in the gap, to live
for other souls, instead.
© Copyright 2024 October 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
October 15
oft when i would be dead
oft when i would be sad,
i find a launching pad
for vistas new, of happiness
robust and myriad.
oft when i would be blind,
an epithet i find,
that gives my iamb just a glimpse
of vision redefined.
oft when i would be lonely,
i find the one and only
alternative for comradeship
among the poor and lowly.
oft when i would be mute,
i find a parachute
that navigates my silenced tongue
along a trenchant route.
oft when i would be dead,
new life in me is bled
by standing in the gap, to live
for other souls, instead.
© Copyright 2024 October 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 15th Oct 2024
| Edited 16th Oct 2024
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15th Oct 2024 1:58pm
16th Oct 2024 6:42am
Your continued encouragement is fuel for my journey, Ahavati. Thank you!
And, yes: there must always be hope, so that flicker never dies.
cab
And, yes: there must always be hope, so that flicker never dies.
cab
