In Burgundy

In Burgundy | Poetry Random Specific Thoughts

“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”
― Lloyd Alexander

Under a temporal roof, does
This tale take place.
When they refused to stand
For fear of falling,
In Burgundy, we chased the stars.

Forgotten thoughts left to oscillate
Between realms unknown, were all we were.
As daisies* withered
Under stares of scrutiny,
In Burgundy we blossomed.

Victims of hope, were we
Who challenged gods and fate.
In wars for change and progress,
As we lost fragmentary pages to the wind,
In Burgundy we defied paths unknown yet.

Akin to the setting sun
Of time, we were in dearth.
Whispers left unspoken
Drowned love, that ran out of people.
All the while Burgundy sewed stitches ten .

In Burgundy, life goes on
Fueled by the fluid of passion
That runs deep in our roots.
In Burgundy, children speak
For their dreams and desires.
In Burgundy does hope reside
For beats here, the heart of the just.

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

*Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.

Quick note: My friend, Diamond @ Build A Bears Furever is hosting a photostory contest to observe her fourth blogiversary! The best part is, you get to choose which of her bears play your characters (if you want) and believe me when I say, she’s got all sorts of bears with different outlooks and personalities! I’d absolutely love it if you could check out this post and participate!

And today is March 21, World Poetry Day! “World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March, and was declared by UNESCO in 1999, “with the aim of supporting linguistic diversity through poetic expression and increasing the opportunity for endangered languages to be heard” {Wikipedia}

Poetry is an ethereal form of expression and an embodiment of beauty, a free channel of speech, open and accessible to all. It isn’t all writing; akin to how Walt Whitman says in his poem, The Voice of the Rain; that rain is the earth’s poem, poetry is around us in all forms of beauty. I’m so thankful for all the wonderful poets I’ve met here and whose books I’ve read. Keep writing and inspiring!

Thoughtfully yours,
Introverted Thoughts aka D

44 thoughts on “In Burgundy

  1. This was so lovely. I like that quote about feeling poetry, because I do feel this poem.

    Also thank you so much for spreading the word about my contest! I hope I can get some more entries.

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  2. D, I am continuously blown away by your AMAZING writing!!!! The imagery in this one is incredibly beautiful, and your words shine such a light!!! This poem was like entering a different reality, you took me on quite the adventure!!!!! You words create such a miraculous, effortless and magical flow!!!! Keep shining, dear friend ✨ Much love 🖤🖤

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  3. Goodness, Ace you’re too kind!! It seriously means so much to me that you enjoy this poem and I’m so humbled to hear you had a bit of an adventure reading it! Thank you ever so much for your never ending support! Much love to you too!! 🤗❤️

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  4. “In Burgundy, life goes on
    Fueled by the fluid of passion
    That runs deep in our roots.”
    These lines were… amazing. You make wonders with words, D!!
    Happy Poetry Day!! I didn’t know it was even a thing- you’ve taught me something new ;D
    stay sticky,

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  5. I probably should have mentioned this in my post but Burgundy kind of portrays the world of Poetry or a utopian society. I agree, though. A place like that would be amazing.
    Thank you so much for reading! Happy Poetry Day! ❤️

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  6. Every human has
    his own imagination
    in his own reality

    the subconscious
    your own consciousness
    insinuate in humility
    from which the dream is given to us

    the stars are reflected
    in the ocean of the soul

    we are the victim of ourselves
    of determination
    according to the laws of the soul

    the war ravages
    Land and life
    progress only counts
    the generals of power

    our heart beats continuously
    of internal stitches
    and external pain
    penetrated and littered

    the dream to the child
    his mother
    in life and in the world

    live with all passion
    and in spite of everything humility
    indivisible dignity
    of people care

    we are all burdened with guilt
    we are all imperfect beings
    we have to practice the better every day
    the purity just a thought
    our hands can
    do not wash our sins
    do not remove

    Need fantasies
    we for our
    own life
    the freedom in our body
    we don’t exist
    the body is as a unit
    connected with the soul

    we can’t for others
    take flight
    a paradise
    that there is no such thing on earth

    It says in the poem
    next to the beauty
    our inner ugly face

    not the rain
    his drumming
    on the devastated face

    just make an effort
    the dedication to one’s own
    dark side
    with her through everyday life
    to go
    Step by step

    I have no message
    I try to answer
    so that I can get along better


  7. A colorful and unique utopian dream, D. Very beautiful and imaginative poem with lovely imagery! ❤

    Did you know that there is a province in France called Burgundy? They are famous for growing grapes and making Burgundy wine.

    Stay safe and well. 🙂

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  8. Again, this was absolutely beautiful. I love how you worded this poem and how you were able to express so many thoughts here. ❤ Thank you for sharing! (And I love that first quote!)


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