Maybe Not

It is not easy to feel defeated

While the breeze moves the trees to nod their heads

Like a ripple along the hills in the evening sunset light.

There is a challenge in lowering your head

When the smells of mown grass and charcoal

Mix to fill your nostrils with the warmth of childhood.

It is difficult to remain solitary in grief

When the fullness of the river languorously slips by

And lays up against your toes in cool gentle waves.

It is hopeless to lose hope

While the sun kaleidoscopes its colors

Across a sky softened with ever shifting whites and purples and grays.

You are left breath-filled at the top of the hill

Not daring to look back

Not willing to look forward

But inspired to look around you.

The dark corner in my heart is still there

Gasping within the desert of beauty surrounding it

A rugged survivalist who refuses to see the folly

Of its situation.

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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