Most of all, I
quiet to hear my sons’ laughter but snub the marching band
tongue spicy sweet cinnamon though disdain rare truffles
climb to sight the far sunset and turn away from the road
yearn to listen to the poet but don’t hear any king
lean to smell the hyacinth though not costly perfume
reach to kiss my lover’s hand but ignore the silken gown
chant the trope of psalms but refute the tyrant’s rant
kneel to drink clear water but am not sated with Champagne
stretch to grasp my toes far longer than to hold a torch
pray for my grandchildren’s health rather than myself a longer life
seek my worth as a seashell more than all the gold in the world
Just a thought 55
Photo of seashell courtesy Pixabay
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Comments on: "Most of All" (25)
And a lovely thought at that.
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Thank you, Peggy, I’m glad you liked it.
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A girl after my own heart. Nicely spoken.
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It was time for something upbeat. Thank you for your sweet comment, Jacqui.
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Ahh… The details in comparisons. I’ve gotten to the point where there are those rare times when I’ve hit being persnickety about a lot of the things you write in your poem. Is it a sign of age? Probably.
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I’m not sure how to respond to your comment, Glynis. I don’t know what you mean by persnickety – perhaps you disagree? Whatever you mean, I doubt it’s a sign of age, more likely a difference of opinion. I’m probably driven by different perspectives than you, but maybe you’ll explain more.
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In other words, I get finicky about what I like and don’t like. Sometimes the line between these gets rather thin.
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Everyone gets to choose. I’ve always believed in that.
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Sharron, I am totally enchanted by your poem. With all senses you show us the true
and beautiful way. To listen, to taste, to hear, to touch and to care.
Wonderful.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. I appreciate your sweet comment.
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Your words are so eloquent! Takes my breath away.
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I’m humbled by your comment, Adrienne. Thank you.
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I love this beautiful poem, Sharon (and it IS a poem 🤗). It’s all about priorities, isn’t it?
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From the truly talented poet – thank you, Betty. Priorities and what we ascribe value to.
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Yes, exactly – our values! 💗
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You are courageous to experiment with writing & generous to share with us — this is a lovely innovative post ❤
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Although I’ve always loved poetry, I only started writing it about 4 years ago as my college efforts were trivial and trash. So it’s all a big experiment with me. Thanks for your comment, Daal.
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Shari, a beautiful poem/thought full of sensory delight of life, a positive and uplifting post that carries us along and into your world. You remind us what is truly important in all our lives! hugs xx
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Thank you, Annika. It felt like I needed to write something uplifting, as the Alzheimer’s articles are often bleak.
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Eloquent and profound. The smpler things and life can provide so much joy.
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I agree, Andrew. Closer to the natural world is closer to human nature. Thank you for the compliment.
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Such a beautiful and sweet thought/poem, Shari! We do pray more for the health of those we love than our own longevity, don’t we? And to me seashells are more beautiful than gold – which might be the reason why I’m not rich. 😂
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Ah, but I think you ARE rich. Your values reflect substance over glitz. I always love your comments, Sarah.
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And I love reading your writings, Shari. 🙂 ❤
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Thank you so much, Sarah – this means a lot to me.
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