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the beckoning

it started out well enough
toast and jam, and ring a ring o' roses

but then, out came the lanterns
shining, burning the daylight down to grey

my soul tugged, called to duty
to learn every little world wonders name

what is it that makes them so
these truths beg to be witnessed every day

do you not see what I see?
a lamp in every laugh, cough and footstep

irresistible journeys
forgive me, as I must be on my way

Rene ~ March 24, 2013
For Magpie Tales

Image:
Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte


Comments

  1. 'it started out well enough'...
    For some reason I really like that line. It kind of makes the whole poem work. Now, where's my penny!!!

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  2. I liked these words....I would take my leave too! Ha
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  3. Enjoyed this, Rene. A lamp in every laugh... that's a great line.

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  4. Love the second stanza best ~ Cheers ~

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  5. Very well done! Admirable!

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  6. Nicely knitted, not too tight, not too loose.

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  7. A lampo in every laugh... a light in every being.

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  8. I so enjoyed this, especially the last stanza!

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  9. smiles...enjoyed...each day is an adventure in finding those wonders...they surround us...as do those lights when we look for them...mine today is in snow...i wasnt really looking forward to it, but standing on the porch tonight i appreciated its hush...

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  10. This is very captivating from the first line 'it started off well enough' to the very last. Lovely writing.

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  11. An irresistible journey this, even if we do not necessarily know the destination. Fine write.

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  12. nice - captured the image very well really enjoyed your poem -

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  13. As always, lovely writing from the lovely Rene.

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  14. nice read Rene! Enjoyed this quite a bit!

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  15. Oh so sad how such sweet beginnings can end this way. Nice write!

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  16. My favorite line:

    a lamp in every laugh, cough and footstep

    Very nice.

    =)

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  17. Thanks , I've recently been looking for information about this topic for a while and yours is the greatest I've came upon so far.
    But, what about the bottom line? Are you sure in regards to
    the source?

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    1. The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
      Arthur Erickson quote
      Rene :)

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  18. Your poems are always so emotional, and I love that about them. My favourite line in this was the "toast and jam, and ring a ring o' roses". Now I just want toast and a cup of Irish Breakfast tea.

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  19. This is an incredibly smooth read. I love it. The poem really requires more than one reading. You have to dig for meaning, which in my opinion makes it great.

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  20. nicely done. Some really nice lines in here and a really strong framing in the opening and close of the poem itself. Enjoyed. Thanks

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