E – Week 3 Poetry Collection

Life

Life is a journey of seeking.

We look for what we want to do

When we grow up.

We look for items, family

Schools, careers, friends, books

Better days, food, bathrooms, language.

A college, a love, a spouse.

We look for purpose, for meaning.

For lost children’s shoes, baby toys,

Glasses, teeth, soft food, a bed.

Whatever it is we look and search,

Finding things that define our life

Even as we dont’ know why

We are are here or if anyone

Made us, if we are alone.

Life is a search and a joy,

A noble quest for something we

Never can quite idntify

Curiosity at its best,

Resilience and drive of the

Indomitable human spirit.

We will go mad trying

To define ourselves with language,

And from that madness

There is poetry.

Away

Who am I when

I am you

Away, away, I fly

Fleeing inside

My inner eye

 

Dance, dance little puppet

For the master demands

Wake up, wake up

The puppeteer’s hands.

 

Raise oh raise

The curtain high

Come one, come all

A show is nigh

 

The boy who is

But somehow isn’t

A magic act so unresilient

 

Stuff here, tuck there

Now bind it all down

No boy here just

A girl all worn down.

 

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