Pentax K1000/Fujicolor Superia 400
April 26 2013 La Quinta, Ca
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The moon sits on the horizon as our eyes slowly grow
A weekend after another until they seem to melt into one
Done, it's finished and we are home
Alone, trying to settle again
A year of work nullified into a single thirty minutes
All of it lost, all of it for nothing
I come home angry, unhappy at these people
This anger sits, waiting, and where is it released?
Released into days of longing for better ones
Released onto projects that keep me busy
Released onto this blinding walk through uncertainty
A day off to wander, to spend time with myself
And my mind is filled with bitterness
Repeated memories of what is and what was
I feel trapped in a conflict with my heart
I don't have an answer this time around
A solution that makes everything better
A solution that fixes it
But as a day grows longer my thoughts sit softer
Quiet voices still kept in small purses
The same that open and release loud winds of hope
Hope
Finding hope
2 comments:
wow Tony, did you write that...what a lovely poem, very thought provoking. love you lots. you visited me in a dream as your 6 year old self with a crew cut.
Hey Ly, yes I wrote that. I think I had a crew cut when I was six so that is pretty accurate :) I miss you. Can't wait to see you!
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