There are times when one is bereft of thought,
Rational or fancied,
A sense of being voided in mind and spirit,
Freed from sense of duty, social or private.
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3/5 I sometimes feel I do not find the words, adages or idioms to describe one's feelings as we pass through life moment by moment.
I sometimes feel there are no words, idioms, sayings to describe the passing scene with its reverberations in one's persona. 3/5
Philosophical musings and logical interpretation of our inner self, life and death and much more goes into the formation of this poem. Thank you so much, Ananta M. I quote: bereft of thought.... A sense of being voided in mind and spirit, The people going somewhere or nowhere.... we exist before we exit.
I thank you sincerely for your comment and interpretation. We humans, as rational beings, must interpret reality for ourselves every minute, as we fleetingly experience life. Even one perceptive reader like you emboldens me to write and send verses to be posted in PH. Cordially yours, AM