October 26, 2014 — words on a blackboard
Falling chairs
We walk on falling chairs. We lose any way back.
We grab new hopes. We fill the spaces left in us.
We stretch our dreams in moon light. We find paths.
We run towards the empty skies. We leave a part of ourselves behind.
We fall and grasp the barren grounds. We deny chances that were right.
We fight the voices echoing in wisdom or in dark. We stop and step aside.
We rummage in the drawers of the past. We close our eyes.
We stir the fire when we fear. We dip in waters that are still.
We quit with every day. We think again.
We find nothing when we wait. We write the play.
We reach a way. We let the sun crest our wish as if it was a peak.
We venture east. We try, we freeze.
We jump. We wink. Now there’s no choice but to believe.
Great work, not sure which one I like best. Easy to answer that. I like them all.
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interesting thoughts caro
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this is great! very thought provoking and stirring. May I ask what the message is behind it, or is it supposed to be a mystery?
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I could believe… That may be true…
But who is “we” – I’m asking you…? 🙄
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🙂 we… maybe the people who belong in what I write, who feel the same and empathize
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… or maybe just we, humans, each and every one of us in our own ways… 😉
There’s so much depth in your thoughts, allowing one’s imagination to run wild. Thank you for that! 🙂
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We walk on falling chairs, I love the imagery of that.
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A lovely poem, I very much enjoyed the last couplet 🙂
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This is wonderful.
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Enjoyed your poem! Best to you!
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“We rummage in the drawers of the past.” ~ Yes.
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This reminded me of a recurring dream I had years ago when I was in a very stressful job. Nicely expressed.
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Its funny how we hold on to things from our past. “We rummage in the drawers of the past.” -favorite line. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Looking forward to more.
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Aargh, the agonies we put ourselves through in pursuit of happiness! An uncomfortable, disturbing poem, but fascinating.
Paul
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I think my favorite parts were we run towards the empty skies, We leave a part of ourselves behind and we lose any way back. That is often how life feels to me. Thank you for a wonderful poem
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So nice to meet you. Looking forward to reading your works!
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Lovely! It works whether I read it right to left, right side down, or left side down! (I didn’t try reading up the right and left sides, yet.) Nothing left but to believe. I identify with any number of lines–but especially the line about leaving bits and pieces of ourselves behind. I usually think of this as negative (for me), but maybe it could also be positive now and again. Thanks for the follow today! I’m delighted to meet you in your writing.
Elouise
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Truthful and inspiring..beautiful poetry. Thanks for this.
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You have a new fan 😉 – Laura
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This work is amazing. If any of you are interested in science fiction/fantasy, check my site out. Thanks
~Steven Gamella
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Reblogged this on I met this wonderful person and commented:
I was moved by this piece.
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I’ve loved having a rummage through the treasure here. Your poetry is sublime! Thank you for following my blog and giving me the opportunity to read your work and follow back. Blessings and inspiration in bucketfuls, new friend. 🙂 x
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This is so simplistically beautiful. When a piece makes my mind flow, I know it’s a special piece. Lovely poem ^_^
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The way you write is simply enthralling. 🙂
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