Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Insight

Stock-photo


‘Catch me not’   
Flickering eyes
The poetic thought beckoning...

Then flits in the morning air
Not unfurling
Yielding the path to

Egocentric “I”
messy and envious
calculating
a scheming and ruthless plan
of conformity.

Perched at the windowsill
preaching the patience
sagacious muse.


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12 comments:

  1. Perched at the windowsill as if to weave life shrewdly I sense.

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  2. Poetic thoughts can never come easy. Easily seen perched somewhere but yet elusive! Great lines humbird!

    Hank

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  3. A scheme may never be the best way, can ruin ones day and suck life away

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  4. A clever use of the prompt words.

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  5. There is a playfulness of knowing perched on this windowsill...i love that!

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  6. The imagery in the words are so much stronger than the image. This conversation of a kind, so enjoyed..

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  7. ha. the playfulness...ever out of reach no matter how we scheme to try to catch it....i find that a fun part of the pursuit though....

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  8. Is anyone listening to the preacher of patience?

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