rough current o’er my path
couldn’t pick a way
no choice but sink or swim
life pulled me down
boulders blocked my life
throw them at the sun
sharp like a knife
writing scribbled frowns
not really smooth
a way in front I see
what lies behind
rushes to the sea
walk in a village
water flowing free
writing with a goal
children read & dream
I know poetry is symbolic and cryptic and so many unexplainables. Poetry has been a way for me to move forward (and write) when my path seemed fouled. Use your words no matter how few to set your mind at ease. There is a waterfall of sentences just up ahead.
This was gorgeous. Love how you opened this piece. And your finale, was perfect.
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Reading and writing can indeed set one free from where they are and let them go to a place of dreams and hope.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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“That waterfall of sentences” Moonie, you are the gift.
gifting time
the deepest value in loves bank
souls invest
__ My best seasonal wishes to you, Moonie… and too, to your worldly family! _m
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