In My World
what is it that my soul is searching for
along this empty beach of thoughts
meaningful entreaty
placid as these gentle tossed waves
I wonder, what do I implore
upon the news of dismal forecast
the palm fronds move in gentle wistful stir
create the calm from which I sip pink lemonade
deep beneath the wise words I keep inside
to review events from the seashore
in my own world of hopes and dreams
the world is an abstract meme
where I make a stand like a lighthouse
against diatribe of false claimed truthless lies
it is the least I can do with my little score
so I contemplate in search of my identity
while designing the gardens of my endeavors
of the small life I am busy and have
the ability to welcome the unknown at the door
when I look you in the eyes with your smile wide
the moon hanging upside down in Winter
or the cat laughing in the green limbed tree
is there any way to know before sunset
what is it I am hoping not to ignore
true love on a knights’ saddle of sparkling stars
letting down a golden string of safety
just before the witches’ hour strikes its cord
remember my daring or cross me off with a marker
worries better let go to flow with the breeze as before
5-9-021
ALL YOURS (May 11)
Brian Strand contest
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