That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
― Walt Whitman


Love’s current, imperfect and scarlet-hued
flows swiftly through my life.
Music Thunderously loud and hauntingly melodic
is the theme of my soul.
Peace, long sought yet never reached
through the omnipresent strife
A longing, aching, yearning quest
to somehow become whole.


My verse longer than ever I thought
seems somehow stuck in the middle
I search for the perfect word or phrase
only to come up wanting
Somewhere the rhythm has gone askew
the next line is often a riddle
Finding reason to make the effort
an endeaver that seems too daunting.


Yet I’ll follow it through to the end
tho sometimes I wonder why bother
Can yet one more stanza in life’s great song
really have much portent
To find surcease and lay my pen down
may be something that I’d rather
Yet this is my soul’s legacy
and the reason why I present.
–G A Rosenberg


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<h5 A few old favourites


Echoes of AUMEchoes of Aum by G A Rosenberg


Immersed in his SurroundingsImmersed in His Surroundings by G A Rosenberg


SacrificeSacrifice by G A Rosenberg