#roundabout
roundabout poem (another poem, another day)
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the notion punches into my mouth when
chilling , deleting and wasting time pro=ductively
(professionally ducking responsibilities)
with no home to go to, but to write with purposeful
meandering, in a roundabout manner,
on a Saturday, luxury~leisurely in bed with runs
for asiago bagels and blue mountain coffee,
and wondering why you would read this, and
losing my debate internal & and infernal if
this is worth my time, nonetheless the urging
is only purging by clicking clacking on a keyboard,
inviting you to join me under my cozy
floral coverlet, and to enjoy my pastoral view,
of water, women and why not, a trilogy of
factorials *(or is it factorals? permutations or combinations) another poem, another day)*
panoramic bleeding view unceasingly changing,
reflecting god’s mood swings or an atheist’s humbuggery)
and women lies beside me, guilty pleasure, mine or hers😉, becoming part, a parcel upon the land/waterscape/escape, with sun rays invisible yet blindingly make me glinting and squinting,
and wet grass, dripping trees, and going round and round, so
stray thots evolving/revolving and thus
this roundabout poem deserves a decent burial,
so I thank it, thank you, thank her, and the sky
and the glisten of a wet drenched everything,
a Saturday~Sabbath on which a poem was delivered
from me within, in a cesarean eruption,
my child blessed, sent to you with gratitude,
a much underrated emotion, but which occupies
me frequently when your days go dimmer,
and the
mind is sharply focused/used on about
what is value,
valuable, and what shall be valued on this damp
rainfall rainfull wordfull wonderful momentary
escapery into being together with…you, silly!
writ pre-noon,
Saturday~Sabbath,
(*on S.I., by the Sound’s calming waters
where the poems fall from trees on a glider
of wet leaves, or fly by on a modest mph breeze,
looking for human sense to grab aholt of for
canning and preservation…come see for yourself….*)
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
You are not beaten
Your strength isn't broken
Your heart keeps beating
Have faith
When your ears start to get numb
By the sound of a thousand cries
And your knees can't lift you up
Look up
A glimpse of hope there is
When mountains fall around you
And the grounds below cut open
Nothing will shake your courage
Nothing will
This is something to remind you
When the earth forgets your name
At the roundabout of time
Look up
Behind the clouds where
The sun shines brightest
Streams of dreams endure
At the top of the mountains
iamthe_avatar ©2015
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC