
-Myth of Control-
Confusion be, might
become daily needs
by and by
shuffling feet and wandering
mind
Arm to hand, automaton
fingers take the walk
forgetting purpose
the machine idles
time
Divine visionary, fleet
blinking shutter speed
capture stillness
reminders of what is
meant
Familiar scent, aged
the scene blazing
arrow pierced the marked
straight through
life
Naked truth, muted
then, rawness seeps
itching stitches repair
before rakes furrowed
paths
Controlled way, myths
tenuous stepping stones
and, become the traveler
blind compass spins
on, on...on

by Me
(Nene-aka-Jeannine-aka-taboon)
Comments (5)
RYC: It's ok. It seems that a lot of my friends are gone.
what is RYC?
Life happens, ya know? Mid-winter and taxes, and just life.
hugs =o)
@TommyCrowwithWhiteFeathers - I think it's more than sometimes... means change, and people fear it most when they have to do it for themselves... I think it happens more and more everyday.
thanks for the flower! =o) I can't get them to work. Dunno what I'm doing wrong, lol.
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