Just a single ray
breaks through the
orange-blocker gray
and the secret fear
again creeps in
and says it may soon
stop raining in your head--
stop this ceaseless erasure
and dig yourself in
so that the drowning shoots
may soon emerge...
or find yourself new old ground
on which to begin
again.
<Deleted User> (18980)
Tue 22nd May 2018 17:40
I'll be honest...I haven't a clue what it's about.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Tue 22nd May 2018 13:18
what a brill poem Rachel - feels very much like you have someone very specific in mind and your words of advice are offered with genuine concern and friendship. Quite comforting in a way. Solid writing. All the best, Col.
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elPintor
Wed 23rd May 2018 01:40
Good evening, Colin, David and Brian.
I worried slightly that this question might arise when posting, but decided it should go either way--the counsel could be meant for another or for me. I mean, by definition of the golden rule, any "good" advice given would be disingenuous if not also equally applied to the self.
On a personal note, there is always the persistent struggle of planned future endeavor against present reality--the possible fruit of it all remains a source of inner contention.
Thanks for your comments and the source of some further communication of my own to you.
Rachel