keys lie nestled
in my right pocket
where they can remind
fingers that there
are roots to be had
connections that
cannot so easily
be pulled, no matter
the direction taken
by forgetting feet
which ride out strange
asphalts, and long
grasses, stretches
of sky so wide we
all lie swallowed by it
shadows in the valley
call out to the mountain,
where I’ll one day
just let these keys
slip out unnoticed
ah well! someone
will undoubtedly
find them and send
them on their way
back home again
© Sarah Whiteley
I dig this one Sarah, you got my imagination going.
I wish you! Health,Peace,Joy and Love, now… and in 2016
Laz
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Thank you, Laz! I hope your 2016 is full of blessings 🙂
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Wishing you a wonderful new year…so enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you! Happy New Year to you as well 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
ah well!
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I am loving the visual art here also.
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Thank you!
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