This is my fave poem, I just keep going back to the blog @cherokeeghostwriter to read it again and again. It has such profound meaning, actually all his poems have.
we’re not really here you and I and them we are abstractions composed in conjecture vagaries of conceit we spin unaware a thousand miles an hour atop the floating crust of false confidence and self delusion we are tempests in teapots we are smaller still- riding the face of the earth feigning control over the cosmos
Beautiful!!!
trying to make sense
of existence
after someone leaves
is like tugging at shadows
as they shapeshift
across the ocean floor
—suddenly nothing
looks the same anymore.
until kindred souls
reach out & gently
stroke a broken heart
back to life
with sights & sounds
& shared experiences
a pre-traumatic mind
would never have
contemplated before.
RhymingTherapy—April 2021 (my photo of Rottnest Island) poem inspired by @Writerscreed Challenge “tugging at shadows”
Play of Darkness and light - 4
Just me soakin vitamin D.