Musings (construction, reconstruction and perception)

Does the sun rise for me,

Or am I rushing to greet it?

Does the moon forget to touch me

As she slips below the horizon,

Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?

Does a friend slight me,

Or do I fail to understand his pain?

Does a relationship turn sour,

Or was there nothing there to begin with?

Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum

Because he needs the drink,

Or does he salute dead mates?

Is life a construction site,

or a constant reconstruction site?

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I’m not sure…

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Time (an observation)

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(sketch by nelkumi – poet, artist, story teller and dog-lover. Thank you nelkumi, for your inspiration and generosity)

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When I was still quite small

And the world just so big,

I’d sit alone and think

About how long each day

Took passing to the night.

As I grew old and bold,

I knew time was a race –

And now the days are short

And nights are for deep thought.

So in this race with time

That I will call a life,

If you should see me fall

And take my time to rise,

No need for you to mind –

I’m keeping time in front.

Let him think he’s winning…

It gives more time to see –

The beauty in short days,

The wonder in long nights,

The innocence in eyes

Much younger than my own.

Living Colour

 

I live in colour

I came into this world blind

I’ll leave knowing peace