Finding the Winding Road Still Behinding.

poem by: Horace Edmunds
Written on Aug 07, 2015

Had a dream of you and I, found it not as soothing sky, end of days of pain and sorrow,
as I dream of each new morrow.
Pressing needs all gather round, with perhaps no common ground,
while dispensed in all it's glory, people ask to tell the story.
Unveiled in many short locations, ever more to beat striations.
Nothing doing, shall we climb, keeping with the rhythmic Rhyme?
Eloquence without the thought, needles us to what we taught.
Life, a teacher, without blame, can toggle new a burning flame.
Understood, or understanding, if our life is too demanding, 
We can step back acknowledging such, and calmly watch life give so much.
To catch-up with that worn and weary, active, spirit not so dreary,
cannot spend on each day winning, as is thought without some grinning.
Perfectly pitched with some fair warning, about what lies ahead when mourning.
Grief is conquered throughout each day, lifting hearts through kind dismay.
Babes in arms of the concentrating, hardly used by us, parading,
Through the streets as newly Christened hearts with which we've hardly listened.
So, congruent each new Schism, hardly re-pleat with heroism.
Now, come talk it through in season, with the Pal who helps you reason.
Any score you've settled down, Helps erase a furrowed frown.
Therefore, as you've reckoned early, Let loose from those lips so surly,
functioning in ways we mention, helps detain while at attention,
Sorry to relieve your pain without your knowledge, still the same,
However, I had to do no less, or else we'd both be in distress.
Anyway, whether still or not, we cannot let our passions Rot.
So Reading on, we may be weary, but not so long as we stay Cheery.
Cheerful hearts are hard to find, so double-up and fix your mind,
On bringing lots to the open forum, If you don't bring topics, we can't floor 'em.
Though anybody has the notion, not all thoughts are put in motion,
So bring your best to the table finding, and start the process of unwinding.
tackle each as if a fisher, and then you'll be the next well-wisher.
I must leave this place behind, but before I go let me be out-shined.
The others who have gone before me, weathered the situation stormy.
Distracted not by every rule, I hope they never lose their cool....

 

Tags: depressing, deep, confused, scary, hope,

 

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