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RE: Thursday's Poetry Challenge - Exploring Legend
There is so much I love in this, but I am mostly struck with
Hotly hammering desires, giving shape to longing
And setting it to cool
which brought me right back to
Could it be that, from the start
the thing he sought, this demon-angel,
was always just outside the page
Is it the journey that matters, not the destination, as the overused adage goes? Is it the yearning that propels us all forward? Will there be after-clamoring times? Or always this quest?
These are the thoughts your swell poem have got swirling in my head.
Thank you, for your close reading & encouragement. Yes, it’s the yearning, I believe, that matters & a sense of a Calling ...
As Rimbaud says:
One should not say I think, but I am thought. Too bad for the wood that finds itself a violin.
that is one lovely quote!
too bad for the stone that finds itself a crystal
or for the bramble that finds itself a berry
:)