in a stupor, that seems to last
in a haze, that lures me on
through meadows green and beaten paths
a slowish walk, can almost see the golden pot;
the journey so far, sure has been fine
and when it halts, will find me entwine
the real and the surreal all in a mess,
seems strange but for now, think am blessed!
yes tiny tremors, and flips of the heart exist
but nonchalantly and condescendingly i resist;
the stream flows on in its placid mode, i like.
with tiny gurles and babbles do hope to survive.
2 comments:
I really loved this. The things with you guys is that you can express the same things so much more beautifully than we prosaic bores can.
You know as i grow older i cherish this slow ebbing away more than i ever did before. The highs are rare, but the lows don't hurt as much either (at least i hope).
@ driftwood
wow! appreciation from an actual pro, and who's writings i absolutely adore and swear by...am thrilled!! :) thanks! small attempts and words such, will go a long way in edging us on..
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