reverse

the angle of the outburst was of particular interest

sudden.

sharp.

thrusting upward and then turning around

blasting through unexpected and unannounced fields

butterflies wrangled for breakfast and cheese

walking back to my seat, I fell down

letters for lunch

choices for a lifetime

no one tells you they could be the wrong ones

would you have listened

would you have dared?

curious, I looked back and wondered

the I-9 went south and not west as I recall

candy was sweet

roses were red after all...

Reviews

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:: beautiful work... :: very few people have the ability to see what maestro ed aptly describes as "the unadorned truth"... our vision and perspective is invariably diluted by some perception or rather misconception... learning how to see life as it is and taking the right decision is a daunting task... we're always trying... :: this poem talks to me at many levels... :: and... i love the image of the butterflies... that's exactly what we do to them... i so wish we didn't... but then we're human... we have to err...

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, serah for your comments. They are deeply appreciated.

alisa ;-)

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:: you're very welcome, sweet alisa... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even when those were telling me i was making the wrong choices...i still went my way...sometimes the choices ended up surprisingly good...other times...well those roses weren't so red.

damn this is a good poem...one of my favorites in a long while on WC...it is just perfectly abstract enough...that i brought my own brown bag lunch and sat with my own interpretation eating up the words.

[Alisa Js]

Thanks jacob!