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Seeker
by Linda FullerThere lived a man, a seeker after truth,
whose days were whiled away in stalk and chase.
In Holmesian hat and pipe he played the sleuth;
(his family bemoaned their loss of face).
Investigating palmistry, he found
no meaning in the creases of the palm;
in psalmistry, he reveled in the sound
but ultimately felt no lasting balm.
One night, he roamed the streets and alleyways
where sodden wrecks lay splayed in depthless dream;
then, feeling overcome with such malaise
as bent him over, choking back a scream,
he realized his life was weak and vain
and vowed to strive to ease another’s pain.
09/14/2013 Posted on 09/14/2013
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/15/13 at 11:35 AM Linda, this poem certainly doesn't fit into the category of those which don't mean a thing cause they ain't got that swing, as this poem has plenty of swing and rhythm and certainly meaning, going for it, which makes it all worth the dancing with, which ultimately eases the pain in the wallflower who has been invited to the waltz and within its context is permitted to dance up a storm. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/13 at 06:59 PM this really struck a cord, very thought provoking,like it |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/19/13 at 06:13 PM A fine piece, Linda. I liked it all, but especially Stanza 3. Powerful words and visuals. Thanks for this! |
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