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Full Circlelessly
On a day much like any other day
the morning sun was returned on time,
a brightly summered tuesday morn
acurately warm, with a breeze sublime.
Streetlights have been back on schedule for hours
courteously using the yellow before the red-light,
comparitively, no evidence remained
of the rude, practice drills, creating havoc all night!
Eightly a.m. and most all was quiet
a suffocating deafness liltly lingered in the air;
night's canopy removed her dank, darkness,
then left her humming, silently of desert despair.
Jumbled thoughts as I walked, played in unison,
with my visual accompaniment;
the present uderscored to my future, seriously
causing me to wonder where the past, up and went.
After keeping my non-essential appointment,
I noticed hard, while the streets I did roam;
my journey had taken me full circlessly
but, for now my future was in getting, swiftly back home.
Comments
Roscoe Lane
Fri, 2012-06-29 02:36
A very.
A very philisophical stroll through the streets of life, leaving us with more questions. Great poem. Regards Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.