How could I have forgotten
On the endless quest for the light
That darkness would always follow
Lessons to learn
Images to memorize
On our way through this life
We see what we long to
Ignoring the signs,
Dead end streets that leave us wondering the direction
Internal compass in perpetual kitty wampus,
Is that a word I’d often heard to describe the state
Of chaos,
And the birds chatter on branches endlessly,
Yet Poe is no longer around to decipher the script
And I hold up the cardboard sign
Pleading for understanding on a desolate site
and yet they move on like passengers
Locked into the endless 3D screen,
Waiting for a conclusion,
And here I sit in thought wondering….
There they go again
Driving by as the red light changes to green
I am unseen.
Into bushes I will move as the light I sought
Burns too deep,
And I will escape into the night,
Befriended by the darkness
Slipping into the nest
I call home.
Many thoughts moving….a large homeless population in the small city/town that is home…as seasons change….darkness and light battle….I give my thougts to the lost souls near and far.
My pleasure always Kim♡
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Thank you so much😊
Peace and love,
Kim
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Beautiful
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Great! We all need our groove! I like that way of putting it. 🙂
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Thank you so,very much Amanda, so glad you enjoyed it. Been getting back in my groove since the move and enjoying the new atmosphere, good and bad.
Peace and love,
Kim
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Thank you my friend, it is a sad situation everywhere.
Peace,
Kim
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Love all of the incredible images that your words conjure up. Great stuff.
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Compassionate thoughts for our world. Thanks.
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Thank you so much Kathy,
I am glad you enjoyed it.
Peace and blessings,
K
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The reality of things around me has given me another dimension in a way, I like to be light a lot but sometimes you need to embrace the darkness in life and you look in people’s eyes and realize that sometimes they’re really not there at all, always gives pause and makes me wonder….thanks Tre😊
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Nice
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So much to reflect on within these few lines:
“Internal compass in perpetual kitty wampus,
Is that a word I’d often heard to describe the state
Of chaos,
And the birds chatter on branches endlessly,
Yet Poe is no longer around to decipher the script”
This is a somber, yet considerate piece written beautifully. The timing of it is perfect.
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