The Bright

March 20, 2017

When I look up

from down

I try to see

what’s needed

When I look down

from up

I seek it all

When I look up

from down

I sense the purpose

and phrase

but

looking down

from up

can cloud my way

and looking up

from down

can cripple and depress.

Yet

ITS planted

here

the tears, the fear

when all that shines

can disappear

and sense be made

or stomped on clear

then drifts

and all that’s left

is

me.

 

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry Prose. Copyright: Sunday, March 19, 2017.

Image: Narrow view by P.A. Moore.

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