Poem of the week: The Jailbird by Maurice Riordan
In pursuit of a philosophy:
Often a persistent feeling rouses in me
An awareness, of something new, strange,
unusual, requires my visits, my scrutiny,
Break from routine, from shell;
but from sometime, it was in isolate ward,
within the corner of my heart, soul’s room,
in its own ward, overcoming all temptations,
t times, yields no doubt some small tempts, harmless,
yet, an awareness taps it, for the soul to break
away, from the little show, to higher realm;
now is the time to rise skywards,
soar higher in pursuit of a philosophy.
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