Sheepless

Sometimes
You have to be
Aware
Of the world 
Which wraps itself
Around you
I don't mean
So much
The womb
Or the tomb
Or even 
The nuts and bolts
I mean 
The bits 
In-between
The pieces 
We're usually
Too busy 
To notice
Because often
They're the little 
Signs 
And symbols
The hidden robots
And secret assassins 
Which point to us
And tell us 
We're on 
The right path
We're travelling 
The right way
We're going 
Where we should be
And however
Jumbled 
This puddle of confusion
Might seem
There's a clear reflection
On the other side 
And though we don't
Always notice
It is
Always
There 
Our internal
Shepherd 
Guiding us 
Through 
These days
Of night

◄ mountains and mole hills

Sometimes ►

Comments

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Harry O'Neill

Sat 25th Oct 2014 15:19


It all depends on what `the little assassins` are
assassinating.

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Dave Bradley

Sat 25th Oct 2014 08:09

I liked this. One of the things poetry does is to sensitise us to what we might otherwise miss and this poem does that memorably.

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