Walking seriously,
Neither slowly nor fast,
With purpose in mind,
Or maybe not.
Pockets heavy with doubts,
Eyes a bit dreamy,
Seeing some things,
Missing others.
A life’s story
Written on his face
For those who care to see.
Anxious, yet unwilling
To be home, where
Dreams and Memories
Born from illusions
And hidden in shame
Like a thief’s bounty
Roam freely,
Jealously guarded
By a faithful silence.
Photographs stare
But ask no questions
Or demand apologies.
Dinner with shadows
Summoned by wine.
Loneliness vanishing
In trivial chores.
Pink evening light
The only witness
As he prepares
For another day.
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Each new day is full of wonder.
Andy
Indeed it is. Or at least it should be.
Most evocative of the hum-drum pattern we can fall into without realising.
Very good writing.
Hello dusk,
Thank you for your kind words.
Indeed we do. Poetry sometimes helps.
like Dusk Arising mentioned already, I like the beat to your writes - even if by design, it feels so natural: a cascading flow - all of its own
I loved the lines Loneliness Vanishing In Trivial Chores. It reminds me of my son who has depression and loneliness and only feels better when he works and keeps busy. Thank you for sharing.
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