This is an original poem, a Steemit exclusive, about the senses we use to turn a dream of our future into a reality. I hope you enjoy.
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Sensing A Better Future
The day echoed immortal
Memories casted in clay
Dreams planned or summers
Winter has come to play
Harmony with wondering lips
Stories told with wild eyes
Listening as little kids
Melody personifies the skies
Visions that marvel
Feelings that take root
Hearings that silence
You can taste the truth
What a wondrous world
What a meaningful sound
What a thunderous light
Striking the glorious ground
Oh come, all of you
See what dreams collide
Find your future
From the past you can't hide
Thank you for reading my poem.
I would love to get any feedback down below in the comments.
Thanks again for taking the time to read my art.
Thank you I found it motivational. Just right for a Monday!
I am so glad you liked it. Have a great monday.
In this poem I see an older man (a grandfather? some old friend of the family?) sitting on a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace with a couple or more kids sitting near him soaking up the guy's personal, family, and the country's history as he knows it. Maybe some adults are sitting and talking quietly off to the side, maybe cleaning up after dinner or doing other quiet chores.
The older man sees the past and is passing it on while the kids hear his stories and use the information to dream of the things they want for their future.
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