in Art

Love ItLove It

I do not know where to go….

145 Views 8 Votes 8 Comments

Which way to go

was thrown to the cat

whose reply

snarky

where do you want to end up

left more questions

no answers.

Does where we go matter

the arrow telling us the path

telling us where we are bound.

Does where we go matter?

In the darkness with a flashlight

as we push into the jungle

and regretting 

no bug spray

we swat at baseball sized

mosquitos, each one growing

as it approaches

and fading away

dripping blood.

Does it matter where we go?

  • Have you ever felt like Alice and the Cheshire cat? That not knowing where you are going impact you?

    • Yes
    • No

Report

What do you think?

8 Points

Browse and manage your votes from your Member Profile Page

365_Photos_ChallengeAndersenslawofinnovationAnnapolisanti-outletmallatarianBarbBarb25BarbvideoproducerBergenblizzard2016boringman

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8 Comments

  1. Powerful poem. I am at a crossroads too, don’t know where to go. I have just lost my job so I am thinking of leaving this area, and moving somewhere else. I don’t know where though – hoping that inspiration may strike soon.

    1

    • First I am sorry to hear about losing your job. It is the sad reality of the modern workforce. There are not forever jobs.

      There are many wonderful places to consider. That is cool that you are doing that. Sorry for the why.

      1

      • Thank you DocAndersen. Yes, there are many wonderful places to consider – I would ideally like to live in the countryside or by the sea, but can’t move with no job and no money behind me, that is the problem I have. I am applying for jobs in other areas anyway, and seeing what happens. Thank you for your good wishes.

        1

  2. Sometimes we really find ourselves at a crossroads. We do not know which route to choose which one is better, etc. At the big crossroads, I was after her husband’s death.

    1

  3. That was me all the years I lived in Latvia. Alice in a strange wonderland. It was my late husband who was always by my side leading me through it all hand in hand. So you can imagine that once I lost him I also lost all sense of the wonderland and with those awful painful memories everywhere I just had to get back to the US.

    1

    • I am sorry for your loss.

      I used to travel all the time. More than a million miles in the air. I always told my wife “it wasn’t real until I showed her the pictures.”

      I understand the disconnection when that person isn’t next to you.

      1