Mind Your Mind
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 29, 2020 · 16 Comments
The thoughts we think in our own mind
Be it ill fate or happiness
The things to which we are resigned
Spoken words with effort maligned
Breath exhaled for our added stress
The thoughts we think in our own mind
In our ears their judgement confined
Hateful wounds not given redress
The things to which we are resigned
For wheat is from the chaff refined
And we believe what we confess
The thoughts we think in our own mind
It’s how our life will be defined
When eulogy given address
The things to which we are resigned
In mill of self-worth they will grind
And fall away as so much less
The thoughts we think in our own mind
The things to which we are resigned
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Good stuff , Brad 👍 cheers.
Thanks, Yasmin! You caught me working on some senryu inspired by your post today. 🙂
Welcome, Brad. Oh ! I am honoured 😊
Beautiful Brad. Love and blessings Joni
Thank you sweet Joni! 💕
😘😘
Oh and congratulations for just getting nominated for The Sunshine Blogger Award by Niharika Gursahani. This is a nice blessing for the day. Hugs my friend. 🥰🥰
Thanks, Joni! Niharika is a talented and thoughtful writer. It’s flattering to be recognized. She didn’t have comments on in her post, so I will thank her here. Hugs heading back to you! 🤗
I know I wanted to congratulate her but I didn’t see a place for comments either. Congratulations again it feels so wonderful to be recognized. Love 💕 Joni
Really beautiful Brad! “Breath exhaled for added strength…” great line and a great thought behind your poem…really loved it!
All the best and greetings from Spain,
Francisco
Thank you, Francisco!
My pleasure Brad!
I like how the last lines take turns repeating, and then come together in the final stanza. wonderful thoughts, and well-written!
Thank you, Jim! There is a technical name for it, but I forget what it is.
Now, I remember, the form is a Villanelle. Just for fun, that will be this week’s Whittled Words post.
I’m guessing it’s a style you probably wrote about one Friday!