Tuesday, May 18, 2010

this reality

this reality
as i see it
is ours
to gently mold.

each piece
a part of the whole.
remember to walk easy
as our lives develop.

you and i decode
the day,
whether wet
or cold

or ray of sun,
softly caressing our cheek
and behold -
the whole human race

taking parts
like flower petals
unfolding to become,
as wishes truly are our horses.
at Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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2 comments:

Annie said...

This is a lovely poem, just what I needed to read, this moment. It makes me feel peaceful, and in better control. Your poem unfolds gracefully. I love how you lead up to: "and behold..." The final line is something to live by.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010 10:28:00 PM
jack sender said...

Thanks, Annie. I wanted to do something softer than usual. The antiquated proverb - if wishes were horses then beggars would ride - I appropriated and turned a bit to exhibit a truth in our reality. It seems wishes are the initial impetuous to move us onward, toward where we want to be.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010 10:02:00 AM

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