I can remember when there seemed to be an order to things
If I did this, then this would happen
I I did not do this, then this would not happen
Order has Mutated
Order was a Joke
Order is no More
Life is happening in crinkly bits
that make no sense
My soul has flown the coop
and left me bereft for my self
Realizing there are no mistakes,
only a jury rigged semblance of life ahead
The royal We plods on
Look!
My coffee is getting cold
time to hoist high my wind ripped sails
and get on with todays mighty living
This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
I can remember
Labels:
coffee,
order,
sails,
soul scars
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
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