How can a concept like money
or lack of it
make my body seethe and tighten with stress
Such that I have to focus on breathing
lest I forget how
it’s funny how the mind can convince the body of all the wrong things.
but there’s moments when I see that
Nothing could be as real as
the earth-spiced scent of this juniper branch
the richness of this steaming bowl of stew
the way we hold eachother so close our edges blur
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Author:
Vicecream (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2024 10:40
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments4
What we consider real and why is a most interesting question. Based on senses and faith
Great write
Wow! Love the structure and the stream-of-consciousness style to this. Well done, friend! 🌹👏 Faved!
Thanks so much Tristan! It definitely was written that way too haha
You're welcome, my friend. 🙂
A enjoyable and thought provoking read, Thank you
Im glad it could be that for you 🙂
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