All that is Gold
Does Not Glitter
Not All Those Who Wander
Are Lost ~
The Old that is Strong
Does not Wither
Deep Roots are Not Reached
By the Frost.
~ J.R.R. Tolkien
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This entry was posted on May 14, 2017 by Sister Madly. It was filed under Life and was tagged with beauty, books, culture, dark, journey, mystery, nature, poem, poetry, prose, spirituality, writing.
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May 14, 2017 at 5:22 AM
Thank you! ;c)
May 14, 2017 at 10:24 AM
There is almost no end to the brilliance this man produced,
May 14, 2017 at 5:32 AM
He is definitely in a league of his own. ;c)
May 14, 2017 at 10:26 AM
You appear to have had quite the Bismuth day Ms Madly. 🙂
May 14, 2017 at 7:19 AM
I would love to one day wander around a bismuth maze!
May 14, 2017 at 10:28 AM
I’ll see what I can conjure. I gave up on mazes when I walked in to my nose.
Hey wait, isn’t “Majik” your thing?
May 14, 2017 at 10:31 AM
Mazes are fun! Especially playing Hide ‘n Seek in a mirror maze- try to find the real person and not a reflection.
I’m a little hesitant when it comes to magic. To quote Terry Pratchett:
‘People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.’
May 14, 2017 at 10:37 AM
That does sound like fun! So there’s a containment issue with magic. This is why you stick to what you know works, “M A J I K”, or so I’m told.
May 14, 2017 at 10:43 AM
Not all that’s Silver will glitter
Not every bird likes to twitter
The end of Sir Pratchett was tragic
Ravens are called to bring Magick
May 15, 2017 at 1:17 AM
I like that… sounds like a riddle.
May 15, 2017 at 3:54 PM
“The old that is strong does not wither?”
Isn’t that wishful thinking?
May 16, 2017 at 4:31 PM
And quite possibly an incredible amount of luck.
May 16, 2017 at 5:53 PM
Tum ti ti tum ti ti tum ti,
Tum ti ti tum ti ti tum…
Okay, I got this.
Lonely, a Bear I have wandered
Seeking for all that was lost
Youth that is spent is not squandered
Wisdom is gained for the cost
I’m sure I could go on, and some part of me delights in throwing up obscene rhymes when confronted with such a formal style. Maybe it’s my raw, wild, animal nature… oh yes, I’m a Bear.
Not all my wealth can be minted
Not all I’m thinking is rude
Not all I say can be printed
“Nice” and “Polite” can get… lost?
May 17, 2017 at 12:04 PM
“Lonely, a Bear I have wandered… Wisdom is gained for the cost…”
Quite frankly, I think even Tolkien would be proud!
(… after which a cheeky unknown adds ‘Exit pursued by a Bear’…)
May 17, 2017 at 7:53 PM
Be careful what you wish for…
May 18, 2017 at 12:11 PM
Genius! and wow!
By the way, thank you for liking my poem and following my page yesterday.
How did you find my page? Curious.
May 17, 2017 at 12:39 PM
Thank you kindly!
I enjoy your work, and I truly mean that. I look forward to reading more- you have a most amazing talent, my friend.
May 17, 2017 at 7:56 PM
You welcome friend.
Thank you…trust me everything I post, will not disappoint. 🙂
May 18, 2017 at 11:14 AM
Truly love this!
May 19, 2017 at 12:39 PM
Thank you! Tolkien certainly has a way with words.
May 19, 2017 at 1:19 PM
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