The fog rolls in and over
What was once believed?
The birds rise to fly
Taking broken wings to flee
And the waves roll over
Every castle designed
And a sand heart crumbles
Fleeting words left behind
Cannons sound and fire
And a spirit horse is taken
And fights to be free
Taking pride into its destiny
With no path to integrity
Time fades into a red sea
And the whales dive under
Retreating to make believe
And as coffee beans are blended
With snake oil words of majesty
I wonder why I ever wanted a cup
To drink in of to a lost integrity
No honesty what then is true?
No reason now for eternity
Just walk to stay the journey
And no reason to remember you
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Karl, waiting for your poetry book…love your writing. Blessings, Judi
Karl, I honestly think that you captured the emotions with your words. Beautiful and yes, sad.
I particularly like
The birds rise to fly
Taking broken wings to flee
and
I wonder why I ever wanted a cup
To drink in of to a lost integrity?
Awesome, CJ
I had to stop and think about that line about birds with broken wings rising to fly. Just before I read this a bird flew into my window. It’s really a great image … I’ve known some “little birds with broken wings” become even stronger after their troubles …
I also like the “spirit horse” that fights to be free … Thanks, Karl!
Oh my, that is sad and so true when faced by broken integrity
Your comment made me think of how you felt about your trees, Leila. When I feel this kind of loss it helps me to think “this too shall pass” ….