I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
The books of our lives
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
From books of religions Society came to be But not before much debate and bloodshed Bonfires razed to the ground The holy words That teach us the art of living? Or dying.
Ninot Ma'am, Somewhat ironical that the sanctity and stability offered by the books of religion be mentioned in the same breath as the carnage and bloodshed that it hoped to resolve. Must the way of the world be such that it unwittingly created something that it wished to solve. You got it right. Great piece!
Thoreau has always been one of my favorite writers. I love how you have connected the importance of all that is learned and the impact it makes on living and on death.
I love the brevity of the poem, how you manage to say so much in 7 lines. Love the Thoreau quote too : )
ReplyDeleteVery profound!
ReplyDeletewonderfully written and thanks for the Thoreau quote. Great posting!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so very true. Excellent words.
ReplyDeleteNinot Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteSomewhat ironical that the sanctity and stability offered by the books of religion be mentioned in the same breath as the carnage and bloodshed that it hoped to resolve. Must the way of the world be such that it unwittingly created something that it wished to solve. You got it right. Great piece!
Thoughtful observation...
ReplyDeleteVery profound and oh so very true.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
lovely quote.
ReplyDeleteyour wonder on books is stunning.
Thoreau has always been one of my favorite writers. I love how you have connected the importance of all that is learned and the impact it makes on living and on death.
ReplyDeletewise words.
ReplyDeletebooks are our resources and brain cells.
Welcome join poetry potluck week 37 today,
Share your poetry, enjoy some encouragements..
Bless your MondaY!
As always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
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