Corner
A corner, a place that's often unseen.
A peripheral spot, could be where two walls.
convene.
It's a vantage point, from which we can see,
the world around us, in a new degree.
A corner can be, a place to hide.
A spot to take refuge, from the world outside.
It could be a space to pond'er, to intospect,
at this nook, to drink of, think of
sort through thoughts inc.
and emotions to sync at the brook
of reflecting pool of converging things.
A corner can also, be a place of warmth.
Where we snuggle up,
and feel secure from harm th.
It's a cozy book end and spine,
where we can relax and unwind,
And renew our spirit, till peace we find.
A guidestone throne womb bones made of mental.
bones.
In a corner, of our mind, our little aftermat trace,
of abstract designs (of the Divine)alone.
A retreat from fast-paced race.
It's a spot to recharge, and to revive,
at the four winds face.
A corner is more, than just a place,
It's a metaphor, for life's little home plate.
A peripheral jut, where we can find peace,
and piece it as from meal to completed
Eureka puzzle, masterpiece.
So if you're feeling lost, and in need of rest,
just find a corner, and let your worries divest.
Take a moment to pause, and to recharge
at the collective commune of connectivity.
You may come out, stronger from the grounded
blueprint of schematic symmetry.
Taste a little corner of Heaven in the things
that impendly depend on the mystery
of a focal point periphery of convexity
complexity
bulge of converging point of urge
at its thinking place, from mini complex city-path
Sanctuary of
space.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2023
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