View from Zion National Park, Utah; after a long, hot climb.
Thoughts from the inside
Wondering what the outside is like
I can’t see where I am going
Because it’s like a cloud within the rain
Talk about it, see if it is true
But it’s you; I see in the fog
Stepping forward
Shrouded like this lost feeling
With no direction at hand
Being tired, at this point
Dead on the surface
But still alive underneath
Take a pause
There’s no cause, for alarm
As I dance from day to day
What makes me think about tomorrow?
Will it be different from today?
Are you there? Are you?
Watching over me
If you are, I cannot see the blindness
The darkness creeps in
Like cold raindrops drowning
My thoughts and logic
As closed images, tightly held
Let it go
Released as a leaf on the wind
To drift, flying somewhere
Outside of this color yellow
What am I waiting for?
OSI #130: Pensive
10 comments:
Great question..
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It is hard to stay in the moment! Well done!
I have asked these questions. And then I realize I am waiting for myself.
This poem is certainly reflective and contemplative. A lovely take on pensive.
Oh, to be there and here..and again there.. and meet yourself somewhere in an unknown place.. life is fun.. yes.. well done.. lovely poem..enjoyed it Rob..
I invite you also to visit.. A Little More Than Ordinary , my page to bless my 100th post and also to laugh a bit
so intimate and also so open...!
This is dreamy Rob...:)
What are you waiting for? You are quite pensive here!
Of course, you're waiting for someone your heart is aching for!
Loved your poem Rob!
Though am on R & R for a couple of weeks, am trying to catch up with you guys!
You grabbed me with the photo of Zion National Park. That is such an amazing place to explore. Having moved to Michigan, I miss those western locales a lot.
I do enjoy the poem and the ways it explores sense of place through time. Thank you for sharing it.
Hi Rob,
Long time no see. How are you?
Thoughts from the inside
Wondering what the outside is like
very simple and subtle expression..
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