Walk the pathway
of days spent with thoughts of
how squares cannot fit into ovals
Like worn-out shoes you wear
beating on the pavement
showing miles
trekked – unaware
Truth behind the mirror hangs above your eyes
Feelings cannot survive
Rich and poor are united by pain
and strong layers of self-awareness
Sometimes we must improvise
of days spent with thoughts of
how squares cannot fit into ovals
Like worn-out shoes you wear
beating on the pavement
showing miles
trekked – unaware
Truth behind the mirror hangs above your eyes
Feelings cannot survive
Rich and poor are united by pain
and strong layers of self-awareness
Sometimes we must improvise
Well said!
ReplyDeleteAnd success is to just get through. Excellent deep words.
ReplyDeleteI love this one, Pamela. It has truth.
ReplyDelete'of days spent with thoughts of
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I like those two lines, Pamela. Lovely writing.
Happy Sunday!
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Thanks for the time!
Good Luck!
well done...
ReplyDeleteSometimes , most times, we must improvise. I like the connections you make between your characters. Terrific!
ReplyDeleteHere’s mine:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/02/28/ize-are-on-you/
Thanks for the visit Madeleine.
ReplyDeleteSuccess, so very true, Anthony.
ReplyDeleteThanks Viv, it does ring with some truth.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paul and I like your nice and tidy
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Thanks, Jingle, always appreciated.
ReplyDeleteMore often than not, Kim.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we must improvise - and it seems we do that both often and at unexpected times. This is such a strong poem.
ReplyDeleteVery eloquent and poignant. Definitely hits the nail on the head. I especially identify with your first stanza as I'm always trying to do things with myself and my time that aren't a good fit with who I really am.
ReplyDeleteRJ, it is all about improvising at the least
ReplyDeletelikely times. Thanks.
I believe it happens to the best of us, Ben.
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