All
the new thinking is about great loss.
Shadows
entailed in whole new creations.
What
was once attached is taking new heights,
to
find a line of strong independence.
Perceived
smooth at first, obstacles appear;
a
bumpy road, for lack of better terms.
Space
and time seem un-comprehendible
portraying
the unknown and weird in one;
completing
the hero cycle quickly.
A film
played constantly for all to see
of
those striving for something different.
Watching, not others, but only themselves
to
judge what can flow and bend in the wind;
manipulating
what’s in their control.
A spark
in the new millennium year
bringing
in the modern colors of life.
Molding
them together to create one:
the
experience that is craved throughout.
An
endless sky of possibilities
laid
sporadically throughout the mass path.
Follow
the stars to discover new feats,
below
the constellations of the norm;
beauty
found in the deep grumbles of faith.
For
storms hold a truth that comes as thunder;
lightening
adding unnecessary rage.
The
soul wanders far in this journey,
following
the beat of a new, odd drum
in
search of rebirth; a new beginning.
Carry
together the old and the new
to
pursue life wild and free.
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*from partner (Kimberly Coverly) poem exercise done in class
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