DocAndersen
By walking the four
turned to each other
there is a path not taken here.
The light spreading outward
does it hide often?
Do you see the light?
Hear the light?
Does it spread around you like
used motor oil
gunky and dirty
chunks of lost machined parts
and two buttons
swirling around the surface
to light to sink
too heavy to fly away.
If you seek something
the sun
or moon
can you stop?
The eyes
seeks refuge
look away.
We are the lost sounds
we are the lost ones
that journey ever onward
not knowing where we go…
Thanks for your great sharing.
Thanks. What did you enjoy about it?
Thanks! Sometimes when you are deep in a city you forget there is a world above.
You are so talented Doc This is how I feel when I watch the sunset.
I had a really rough time when I was 28/29 years old. Rough, for me then, I doubt it really was a rough as I thought. The poetry from that period is darker and angrier.