Poetry 'n Prose

Hunting and Gathering

So close to bereavement
to let the heart go it’s own way,
like a runaway trains flying
across some foreign field
we’d find commitment if only
life wasn’t so earnest

Sometimes I caution too long
not wanting to rush into things
you are my greatest explorer
and I’ll be your captive ape
obligingly handing you the key
to cage me in ever more

Finders keepers, after all…

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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