Tag: clarabelle poetry

Never Meant To Be

You call me a rolling stone,

it was never meant to be,

an explorer merging into the sunset,

life turned out to be free.

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Thinking about the impossible,

chasing drifting dreams,

escaping a happy home,

nothing is what it seems.

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Or so be it,

no sparkling golden crown,

where rivers of hope run,

and sinking thoughts do drown.

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I made my own way,

through misty turmoil,

and angry songs,

your words did spoil.

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My stone rolled upwards,

higher than a mountain top,

making right through rubble,

before the balloon goes ‘pop’.

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History turned a corner,

darkness turned to light,

the rain stopped falling,

a wanderer in full flight.

~Clarabelle

I was researching into the greatest songwriter’s of all time and felt inspired to write. Poetic spirits can come alive at any moment.  Make sure you capture it.

The rain has stopped my friend.

Clarabelle