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Trust
My life unfolds
as time goes by.
Some days I laugh.
Some nights I cry.
I yearn for peace,
as all folks do.
When stress prevails,
my doubts accrue.
Grim darkness lures
my peace and hope.
From deep inside,
I strain to cope.
Life’s peaks are tall,
its valleys low.
Confusion rules,
which way to go?
My soul bespeaks
security.
What guide will show
the way to me?
My spirit’s strong
but flesh is weak.
Without resolve,
the day is bleak.
Can’t trust in man.
He’s prone to fail.
When answers come,
resolve is frail.
As time dissolves,
words harbor fraud.
Deny the rest.
Trust full in God.
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R.M. Zimmerman is a poet based in North Carolina. He was born and raised in “the real Appalachia” and began writing poetry over 60 years ago.
AMEN…
Thank you, Mr. Zimmerman!
Hi Peg.
You’re welcome and thank you. I’m pleased you like the message.
Very rhythmic, very reflective. Thanks, R.M.
Hello Paul.
That is a form I created years ago. It is called CUBE16.
4 lines per stanza (with abcb rhyme)
4 syllables per line
4 stanzas per CUBE16
The Cubes can be stacked.
Thank you,
Robert
A lovely poem of truthfulness and simplicity. The Bierstadt provides beautiful imagery.
Thank you, Cheryl.
Trust is precious and difficult to find on earth. Sometimes, like your poem, the greatest message is housed in clear rhythmic verse.
Hi Peg.
You’re welcome and thank you. I’m pleased you like the message.
Hi Roy.
I appreciate your positive response to my poem.
(Please ignore the misplaced message. I need a lot of supervision)
Robert
Robert, this is a timely poem that I am sure will resonate with many. I love its simplicity, its honesty, and its heartfelt message… a message that holds the key to inner peace in turbulent times. Thank you for beaming a ray of golden light from the shadows of our troubled world.
Thank you, Susan. To quote Bob Dylan, “The Times They Are a Changin’. ” Inner peace is something many people are not experiencing these days. I am grateful for your kind words.
Robert
Trust is such a little word with a huge important meaning. Thank you for this poem Robert, with its message of truth and hope.
Thank you, Norma.
I appreciate your words. In these days, there are few we can trust. Trust is a rare commodity.
Robert
By the way, I’m curious. How do you define “the real Appalachia”?
Hi Cheryl.
I grew up in the area dominated by strip mines and gob piles. Geographically, it was within a few miles of the WV and OH border. The small village I grew up in had streets and alleys paved with cinders. Familiar smells were hydrogen sulfide and sulphur dioxide.
Thank you,
Robert