Tag: Perspective

The Other Me

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I sometimes see the other me, 
The one (I think) I used to be, 
Who lived in rooms with fewer things 
And suffered deeper, sharper stings. 

I see him sometimes out to eat 
Where pleasure, although rare or fleet, 
Was always full experienced 
Though less than quite luxuriant. 

I feel for him: his wayward heart, 
His strong ideals, his halting start 
To all that life might give, or not, 
And what he had with nothing bought. 

The other me was kind, and cruel, 
And lost in search of hope for fuel, 
But who knew love and songs and friends 
And leapt from fault to quick amends. 

I sometimes hear the other me, 
Him laughing with expectancy 
For lives I've never lived, and won't, 
And what he will both do and don't 

For all we are and were is one. 
Our choices? Guesses, and when done, 
Leave us with joy and grief in gift 
For lives both known and yet

Unlived

Maybe A Middle Way

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems3 Comments 
Not all of us can do a flip 
Not all of us can juggle 
There need not be a fight, although 
There always is a struggle 

For if we'd see in different ways 
We must get off the bus 
That shows us only the same views 
That reinforce our "us"

The high sun burns us all the same, 
The winter cold all stings -- 
The common ground's outside our walls 
And made of 
Common 

Things

Only the Particular

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original PoemsLeave a comment 
He walks across a parking lot 
 and towards a destination 
 made up of more than category 
 generalization 

For much that we take on as truth 
 is made of thick pen lies -- 
 my friends: we cannot see what's there 
 through other people's

 eyes

The Spiral Bridge

On By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems1 Comment 
now i see batman in the sky: 
the truth, a thing of mind, and eye, 
wraps all around this thing called time 
and leads me to a cooler clime, 

where once was stronger hope (and less) --  
the brave one, full with fecklessness, 
who climbed the spiral bridge to find 
that peace is but a piece of mind -- 

but you, my friend, you know things small: 
that life, while crazy after all, 
is sweet and low and sharp and high, 
and why we're half-parts earth 

and sky

The One That Wasn’t

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She traveled the low, and dreamed of the peaks. 
Searching always her tribe, finding only their cliques, 
She began to think, maybe, the problem was her: 
For solutions just were not as advertised. 

In the heat of the fall, in the cold of the spring, 
She banked nothing and all on almost everything, 
Was she neurodivergent, or just immature? 
For the world seemed a little surprised 

To find her as she was, or perhaps, as she wasn't: 
Our do's and our will's do not fit one who doesn't -- 
And the moon still looks lonely to she-the-unsure, 
The allure of just what wasn't 

Prized

Only So Many

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"How much time do we have left?" 
The young boy asks, his parents shrug -- 
"Just enjoy the time while you can," 
His mom says, 
While his dad looks on with a camera. 

Sea touches sand like breath in lungs, 
Clouds form their shapes, these whales, these ships -- 
Time flows and washes all away, 
The mind will lurch and reach and slip. 

We've traveled here, my love and I, 
For she's now sick, and we don't know 
How bad is it is, or how it ends: 
The waters crash and ebb and flow 

And I still don't know how much time 
There is or can be, nor will I; 
Awake I am, out on this shore, 
While she is sleeping in, nearby, 

Only so many days like this -- 
Only so many hours, smiles -- 
As I, like my father's camera try 
To capture wind, and love, 

And miles