
“The Birth of the Idea” by Nina Mitkova
push the stone from the path
one less obstacle facing your issue
descendants conceived of the mind
clear the passage of conscience
lessen the ordeal of birthing
that infant ideas emerge realized
in follow of footsteps you pressed
upon soils you claimed as your own
give them freedom of movement
to grow beyond reach of your shadow
come into their own striking out
in directions untried by experience
finding their cogent maturity
handsomely featured resembling
your lineage values yet fully unique
bearing fresh lines of thought
shaping futures they newly imagine
here is a robust conceptual legacy
mark it and fill up your brain with
an unvarnished pride that the children
your intellect fathered now venture
forth making bold maps of discovery
adding new wealth to the rational
cache of man’s cognitive treasury
From my book Small Noise
Deeper water than I’m used to swimming in . . .
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it’s the shallows are treacherous
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This splendid poem comes at a pertinent and coincidental moment as I find myself pushing my son in directions I want him to go rather than those he wishes to choose for himself.
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I remember – I understand
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To read this is like giving me the feel I am pregnant! hehehe …
Excellent concept here. Love it! 🙂
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happy that you enjoyed it
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Yes! 🙂
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glad that it worked for you
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Based on a verse in Proverbs at all?
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I’m afraid my memory for scripture is poor
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This is what I had in mind:
Proverbs 22:28 KJV
[28] Remove not the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set.
In other versions it’s translated as boundary stone.
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Fatigued, I must echo Peter’s comment. Lofty, tipped with gold, your thoughts and poetry.
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I will cherish that compliment
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Exactly as it should be. I look at my children, see the resemblances in the physical and in characteristics but each is decidedly unique, carving out their own future. A world evolving through each generation. Exactly as it should be.
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well said
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Venture forth and add new wealth of discovery. Amen.
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the natural order of things
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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