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MAYBE
Oily as tenderness;
overlapping as shared skin.
Breathing out the speckled darkness
as moonshine daylight breathes us in.
Home is that feathered roosting place
that keeps us on the wing;
the unknown lost-and-found that waits
in endless unsought things.
Lives of cogs move us in circles;
memory’s arrow draws straight lines.
If A-B’s road is one that none have found,
Maybe’s roadblocks are good signs.
Que sera is for the faithful
who walk a laid-down track;
faith-filled wonder guides the paths of those
whose detours call them back.
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Internal roads and external roads alike!
Happy travels to you Kate xx Blessings, Christine
Melting butter on a hot scone, Kate. Every strophe has a hidey-hole of pithy substance. I too like the "feathered roosting place that keeps us on the wing" (paradoxical thoughts therein) and "breathing out the speckled darkness as moonshine daylight breathes us in." And I love the bit about roadblocks. Just today I found the most scenic tucked-away spot of beauty because of a literal roadblock.
--Charlie
It reminded me of some of teenage children who have left home, thinking they are adults and know it all...wanting freedom from what they think is confining and smothering... but in the end, home draws them back again... that comfort of knowing that where ever we roam home is always that safe roosting place waiting for them to return... a return to what they know, their roots. I would hope that their memory's arrows draw straight lines back home for them.. that their paths of wandering don't take them too long away from their hearts' home and that their detours find a way back home...
Your words gave me much to contemplate...
Cryssa
Breathing out the speckled darkness as moonshine
daylight breathes us in. Marvelous the faith-filled guiding paths.
Ldy Mary Ann
que ser sera indeed! ;)
we unintentionally overwhelm when we permit our actions and thoughts to propel us like cogs in a wheel, upon a self guiding and self limiting track. It is the last two lines of the last stanza that reach out boldly for me. So life the journey or life the adventure? I'll fill my plate with detours if you please, as the wonder brings the life back to me. It is good to read your poetry Kate, and the absence has not diminished your aplomb one iota. Thank you for creating a thinking reader's rendering to stimulate and reward. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Ron
Regis
Cheers,
Dan
I, for one, have really missed your contributions, and hope the next one up is not quite so long in coming as this one has been.
Hope you are well, Kate.
Roger
"Que sera is for the faithful
who walk a laid-down track;
faith-filled wonder guides the paths of those
whose detours call them back."
budd
So good to see you back!
It's funny how many of us are on the same wave length. Your poem is refreshing. Your depth of emotion strikes a chord within me.
Hope you are well and always know that your poetry touches so many people
Much peace love and light
Amber.
George