Slake, with gallons,
from the lake
of deep tranquility,
find solutions,
in the mind,
nurture serenity.
Cope with problems,
amid hope,
despite complexity,
serve our causes,
driven with verve,
remember levity.
Drink from life
unto the brink,
too brief mortality,
cast futile fears
or worries passed,
transform our destiny.
Plan for kindness
when we can,
Karmic codicil,
not all choices
need be fraught
nor made against our will.
I love the structure of this poem, and its flow is wonderful. For me the indented lines, as well as being integral to the poem as a whole, also work as a poem within a poem. Great writing!
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Thanks, Chris, for such positive feedback and for reading. 🙂 x
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karma codicils, the bottomless cup of coffee that puts conditions on all and everything.. eve
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