Slowly I walk
not towards but away from
I want faded pictures
of tiny objects viewed through squinted eyes
I want distant memories
of out of focus experience to share over coffee
I want impressionist paintings
of vague happenings to be all that lingers
Slowly I turn
not away from but towards...
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oooo ... deliciously multi-directional/dimensional ... perhaps we are our own revolving doors? fantastic concept here ...
ReplyDeleteyes we spin around not knowing if we are running from or to, ending up in the same spot, beginning again & again...thank you!
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you La Lunatique. Thanks for stopping by. I reading this piece from a place where all the pain is sharp and focused. I tell myself that time reneders it softer, blanketed in the fog or months and years. It must be true. "Out of focus experiences over coffee" sounds lovely.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you too Wine and Words! This softening that time offers is my wish for you. Sometimes it's all we can hope for.
ReplyDeletebeautiful balance between longing and loss.
ReplyDeleteachieving balance for me is monumental, a multiple lifetime quest I believe so thank you fork for the terrific compliment!
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