Poem – Serendipity

by Marcus on November 20, 2009

Woods by Bernat

What with budget season and everything else, it has been a dry spell for blogging lately. More and more, I’m interested in poetry for this place. Too bad it promises to talk about editing too.

Someday perhaps I will rebrand this site, get a new URL, and redirect my google juice.

In the meantime, those of you looking for editing are just going to keep finding poetry. Like this:

Serendipity

When a man wanders
lost in woods or words,
wonder lies behind
every leaf and letter.

Read other Random Acts of Poetry today on HighCallingBlogs.com. Thanks LL for leading that!

Image by Bernat Casero.

  • I love it! Thanks for sharing. :)
  • Thanks, Dena. I visited your blog and I love your Christmas suggestion. One thing I don't understand, though: you deliver the presents in your pajamas?
  • Wandering in woods or words is what I do, or seem to do, most of the time. And I do love the wonder. In just a few words, you caught that. Nice, Marcus.
  • this poem
    is wonderous.
    and
    the photo is nice.
  • kellylangnersauer
    omigoodness - I'm so bummed I missed this yesterday! I absolutely love it!
  • It's been dry over at my place too...

    Love the poem. So much said with so few words.
  • bradleyjmoore
    Go for it with the poems, man. This one is rich. And so true. Sometimes the wandering is even in the blogs we visit!
  • seems illussive, your wanderings....
    I wonder if words would do them justice anyway.
    These seem to capture your present state well!
    I have a hunch it doesn't stick!
  • Cindy, thanks for the comment. I guess I should clarify that this particular
    poem is not about me in the way that some of my poems are--though I have
    certainly wandered enough. I wrote this while observing someone's thoughts
    wander during a meeting. Part of me was frustrated by the rabbit trail, but
    then I thought about the serendipity we sometimes find down those trails.

    And I wondered if we sometimes moralize too much. We are quick to dismiss
    all wandering and all discomfort as related to sin. Sometimes, I think we
    can disappoint people and it doesn't neccessarily mean we are sinning.
    Sometimes be inconsiderate or self-preserving isn't sin. Maybe, sometimes,
    wandering is serendipity.
  • Oh yes!!!
    I LOVE that about poetry and how it reads... a signature of a great poem/ poet!

    and yes! sometimes I wander, and wonder about sin even... I'll be brutally honest, a couple 'big' sins (my own theological term, I do believe them all to be the same, but I still judge myself) have produced not only the best blessings, but have altered my life so significantly, I would never go back and undo what I learned and how it has changed me.

    perhaps a little deeper than you were thinking about in meandering thoughts, here... but what is a thought but a gateway to endless possibilities!!! perhaps this requires MORE thought!! : )
  • Well, the germ of the poem was a man wandering in conversation. But I was
    definitely thinking about the implications on sin as I was polishing it up.
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