Okay, so I'm trying to come to terms with this lack of structure.
Lately, I am a bundle of incomplete thoughts.
And I've considered building a new foundation.
But it seems the sands beneath my feet are shifting constantly.
I step forward, and sink in for a moment.
And then, the wind blows strong.
Shifting away the top sands..
Releasing me...
Once again, I step forward, and each time it makes me think.
This is not the time to build a foundation.
At least not outside myself.
And I'm not ready to stop moving forward.
I am the river that travels, always moving
cutting through the landscapes
trying to reach my ocean
in every way I travel
and I continue to swim
and swim, and swim...
So how can it be that I'm even contemplating building a structure at all?
If I do, my river will work to erode it until it can finally crash through and flow free.
Such is me... Free... and happy to be.
Great poem!
Great poem!
Thank you, kindly! :)
Thank you, kindly! :)
Copyright © JessterStarshine
Yaz wardz fliez like dah wind sometimes hot sumteems kold
Yaz wardz fliez like dah wind sometimes hot sumteems kold
Glad yah dont hold back dah da rites & do only what iz told
Floz like dah streem down dah not-so-steep mountain slopes
I look forward to yaz ritings coz it bringz mah new Hopes
Methinks mah shud end mah komment activity for today
Else some true and real poets may try to block my way
Habb a nise Night/Day whatever
©bishu
Oh, Bishu... stop battering
Oh, Bishu... stop battering yourself. I love your comments. You make me smile. Even when you speak without the heavy accent. ;) which is always a challenge for me to understand. And I do love challenging. Be hopeful! It's a great way to beeez.. <3
Copyright © JessterStarshine