Carpe’ Diem

Sees the day

So many behind me now

Never gave much of a thought

To these…

Ever “sees” days

 

Bewildering…

At times disorienting

More often than not

Surreal

 

No explanation can suffice

How one comes to see such days

Through such eyes

 

Deja’ vu..?

Sets me off in a vertigo spin

A turn of the neck

Pinch in the nerve

And it begins

 

Have I been here,

Done this before?

It all seems so familiar

But not in the journey

The weighted stations in between

The narrow ways

The things discovered

Uncovered…

In interims

 

Out of time

Out of place

A throbbing sore thumb

gone unnoticed by passers by

staggering purposefully

unconsciously, adaptive, changing…

 

The greater the distraction

the more pointed the focus

In stillness…

In synch with motion

Driftwood…

Making land-falls

Inert…

Before the spark

 

That sets off the explosion

Growing weary of “word play”

Passion or obsession?

Devotion

Or contention?

Laying pen to rest

Accepting what is given

Nothing left to prove

No one to impress

 

Take it all away

Be no less

Be no more

No pass

No fail

Plead “no contest”

 

Thoughts spring to life

Only to expire upon a page

What is there worth seizing?

By the hand that freely gives

As it has been given?

 

Nothing desirable remains

Nothing of the world

Only doldrums pervade

These weary eyes

Tear stained cheeks

Bleeding to life

falling deaf…

Upon a page

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