“Follow that will and that way which experience confirms to be your own.”
Carl Gustav Jung
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Down the cobble stone lane, carrying my goods and soul
graffiti adorned walls, greet me everywhere
nowhere is sacred anymore, the signs of decadence growing
as a house sparrow, whistles defiantly perched on a ledge
his companion responds with a trill, way up on the eaves
and I allow my spirit, to find its own level
amidst the chaos and anarchy, of 21 st suburbia
maintaining my grip on reality, is a daily overture
devising new philosophies, to cope with the encroachment
I have always been a survivor, never taken myself doggone seriously
betwixt the natural and the supernatural, you will always see me glean
my feet are moving flawlessly, I have had a lifetime of practice
making sure the load is balanced, the fulcrum is the ballast
watching the red ivy grow, its suction pads upon the stone
resilience unquestioned, from its head to its toes
I marvel at the synchronicity of nature, they seldom get it wrong
from the hard working ant, to the effortless gliding of the swift
make sure your moral compass is set, on auto pilot from within
registering divine pathos, for every creature in sight
And I’ll leave you with this parting shot
just stay light hearted every time
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
Ron
Reindeer
Regis
Another superb delivery!
"betwixt the natural and supernatural, you will always
see me glean"
Your ability to keep everything properly balanced, makes you the
king of survivors -and poetry- that you are!
And I heartily agree with Dr. Lilly, regarding the condition of our condition...
Love&Blessings, Rhonda
great ending! Love it!
Vesna:)
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Peace. Joyce
Paul;-)
maintaining my grip on reality, is a daily overture
Indeed it is, for many of us these days, Peter, but you do it very well.
Thank you for letting your light lead!
Shalom,
Eileen
Love and respect,
CJ
Blessings , Peace, Love,
Joselyn
Fee
Where was the picture taken?
Shalom,
Susan
enjoyed this as always..........pax Anita :)
Myrna
The internal rot has manifested itself on the surface. It is a rampant disease that is afflicting every walk of life on every level of affluence, decadence, and poverty. The threads of the fabric are unraveling at an uprecedented rate.
And aside from these perfunctory thoughts I can neither add nor subtract from Daivies biting insights below.
Light hearted is getting more and more to be a discipline garnered in the glow of arcadian contentment - not in the cities.
In fraternity and vision ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
love Tinka
Thanks for a poem in which I found myself walking alongside you.
Rusty