if a man refuses to look
into the ugly depths of his self,
he will never see the true reflection
of his inner form
and perhaps some beauty
will come out of his doing so
or perhaps nothing will take shape
and the gods will laugh deep laughs amid sighs
perhaps he can lead the way
out of the paper bag he has built
or find a way to assemble an island
where appearance is just a dream
stumbling within ripples
of the rubbish he has have created
wandering into the greenery
where the tree of life slants upwards and around
Chip Bergeron
Rose
It is amazing how tall the walls of a paper bag can be. Patrick
good not an option when bad
can not be seen)...dreams from
your poem to awaken and see!!!
Lady Vivian
Joy L. Hale
the greenery for reflection upwards and around. Splendid write
my friend.. Lady Mary Ann
Regis
Take care,
Sherry
:) Janna
It's so refreshing to see that you ended this poem with a ray of hope. Sometimes reflective moments make us feel sad and lost, but in reality, when you are deeply reflecting that means your recognize that you are changing, and change is inevitable! We are connected with our two poems today, amazing how the Universe works, isn't it. After I read your poem, I went, what? did he read my mind? lol
anyway, great work, so change and Adaptation is always a good thing...
Embrace every moment of every day of your life with light, peace and love,
Amber