Sunday, October 5, 2014

A slap across the face

Down this path,
cut with declivity,
Assurances reign 
Where the passing 
Of 
Time 
Passes in petulance
Passing by 
Passing
It all
My own desultory 
Ways
haunt
My dreams
Of a life 
That never had the chance 
to breathe 








4 comments:

  1. declivity and desultory in the same poem? delightful!!

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    1. That alliterative sequence is almost as good as bears, beets and battlestar galactica

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  2. is that you think about when you are walking back to your life from being in the hills on a perfect fall day? some of my hikes are the opposite, especially the 5-7 day back country hikes. it's intentional for me, I want to experience real hardship in the cold and isolation and be excited about retuning to the world.

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    1. No... This is about choices.. Planned vs unplanned. About lives lived in reality and those we live in within our dreams. The people we are juxtaposed against the people we could have been, could be still, will never be.
      Actually I enjoy hiking more for the absence of thought. I guess some seek out the quietness of nature to think.. I seek it to not think. It is my meditation.. I lose myself and all of the "noise" in my stride. My eyes quietly observe. That's it. I love who I am when I'm alone.

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