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Mint-thoughts
by Tim J BonoMy questions swirled in the prosaic, and profound
my thoughts like christmas candycanes, I turn in my mouth
Are you an intellect?
Give me your best
I'm out for answers
though my quest
left me dabbling in cults and extremists
...But then again
the lukewarm felt so scolding
and the cold left my heart tepid
Today I wont distill
what I know
what I feel
Who I know
what is real
Treadingdeepin tears
all of my life
Before I plunged prostrate
Briny and baptised
and rolled over a new creation,
emerged from death, till Christ.
01/07/2004 Author's Note: rocky, but it gets the point across I suppose
Posted on 05/07/2004
Copyright © 2024 Tim J Bono
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/09/04 at 04:57 AM Yes, thoughts leading to this 'new creation,
emerged from death, to Christ'. Questions leading to a realm where there's no place for questions.
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| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 02/13/16 at 04:55 PM Nicely done. |
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