Sculpture by Peter Rockwell (son of Norman Rockwell)
at the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, MA
Photo by Rita Bourland © 2012
Thinking Too Much
I’ve been thinking too much
about
thinking,
why we do it,
why it matters,
what we gain
by mulling over
this and that,
right and wrong,
weak and strong,
good and bad,
up and down,
and
sideways,
I think I want more
happy thoughts
and quiet dreamless sleep,
I want more days of endless bliss,
but then I think of
what I’d miss,
I’d rather plunge the unknown depths
and touch some valid core,
I’d rather ponder
awesome truths
and things we can’t ignore,
I’d rather think
a bit too much,
than never think at all.
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Comments
Your poem is thought provoking to say the least !
Yes. Absolutely. Searching for meaning through the doorways of our hearts. R
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Keeper too. I mumble Ay.
You make farmer s smile.
You serve advice as gold.
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You serve fruit at perfect time.
Advice falls at the perfect time.
A Perfect Fruit and pure advice.
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It's great joy to go a` brain-dead.
Your avatar face is so ` beautiful.
You etc., cause farmer` blushing.
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Love Your Spirit
No Worry. Smile
Great Guidances
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Ripe Fruit at thee
Perfect Timing and
Served With Virtues
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Thanks, Michelle. There's no other way for humans to grow than to keep pondering and questioning. I'm glad you liked it. Your opinion is quite valuable to me.
Art, I am flattered by your lovely poem. I just changed my photo on my profile - glad you like it and my poem. Peace to you.
And like my fellow commenters, I wanted to also add that I think your new photo is stunning!
Peace and love to you....