Either or

Moving in ease and flow

Whichever way the fair winds blow.

Lazy afternoons spent cruising

Mind through fingertips moving here and there,

No destination in mind

Just being within the open space

Of this never ordinary life.

Reading thoughts penned

Closing my eyes to images which better to see,

Not encumbered by outer stimuli

Just escaping into the colors

That I find lacking beyond this view.

November skies grey and lifeless

Except for the moving of the trees to acknowledge 

Breezes living in barren branches,

And behind the glass a mind calls for ease,

For simple beauty in an artists stroke,

Of pastel beauty that calls my name.

As hounds sleep, dreaming in whimpers of chasing game,

this day meanders on at a pace reminiscent of the sea

Rippled on calm days,

Reflective of thoughts

Perpetually going astray,

No map to read to find the way,

Just going with the flow

Where the subtle winds blow.
Beautiful artwork found at : https://www.etsy.com/listing/242999517/either-or?ref=related-1

Please note, if you love me…you can buy me this just because…

Just kidding….I think. Either or…..

I still love you all,

Peace and beautiful things, K

privilege

Sometimes words come unexpectedly and touch something so deep, had to share and hope you enjoy as much as I did. Amazing poetry. Peace, K

johnpoetflanagan

when i was young and raw and mixed
open as a road far from fixed
i let within all earth illusion
and laughed at every mind confusion

but time then forged a wary shield
welded block in magnetic field
and spears to throw when threats arose
weapons against potential foes

and barricaded in self-protection
i fought the world’s increased rejection
learned to look on each new advance
with narrow eye suspicious glance

if i try to tell this change of heart
to those who’ve yet to play the part
i squander hours still left to spend
and gamble the chance for a happy end

each privileged man pursues his taste
picks what’s precious from the waste
selects what suits discards the rest
in quest for all that’s bright and best

but poor and hungry and dispossessed
don’t have the chance to choose the best
they dream what dreams are sent…

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