you could spill your coffee
you could open a door
you could paint a house
inappropriately bright colors
you could slap a stranger
or sing for no reason
you could drive nails
through the meat between your fingers
you could drive a car
entirely too fast
or creep entirely
too slow
you could use a bed
for everything but sleep
you could remember
you could keep walking
or you could suddenly forget
everything you know
11 comments:
brilliant- and so poignant. the timing on things i'm coming across today out there in cyberspace seem to be very, very eerily timed...freaking me out but in a grateful way.
thank you this- it's now a touchstone piece in a very important mental puzzle i'm trying to build today.
i think i need to forget everything i "know".
i am so glad you posted this, I just have to leave you a virtual hug.
So, *hug*.
~bru
you could, rabbit;
you could. . .
Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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it makes one feel dizzy... strange...
It's cool!!!!
Sorry for question, what's the car on the pic?
I could.. I could.. I am inspired :)
Beautiful poem!
Bru, I'm always touched with one of my pieces resonates in a special way. Thanks. :)
Cloudia, indeed! All of the above.
Szelsofa, maybe there really isn't ground beneath our feet. Not the way we think there is.
Usemeplz, always great to see a new face! I'm not sure what kind of car it is. It sits in a field in northeastern Pennsylvania near our cabin. The image somehow seemed to fit with what I was saying here.
Choco, that much is always true.
V.R. Leavitt, thanks!
The car is a Chevy Corvair circa 1960 - 69 (not sure which year this one is - and don't ask me how I know this). ;)
Lee, dang, you go girl! I know you told me not to ask you how you know this, but my curiosity is piqued. Did your family have one, maybe? Looks pretty stylish.... ;)
Neighbors - I never thought they were stylish haha!
Lee, you must have been very jealous.... ;)
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