Choices

I listened to words spoken 

that somehow found their way to

the back of my mind,

jumbled together and tossed to the far side

next to a forgotten side track 

of another way out, if I needed to leave.

Seems like my life somehow has been structured around

that recurring non-option

for more years than I care to conclude

at this juncture.

At this fork in the proverbial road.

At this stick in the sand,

Flowing smoothly like glass on the water's edge

sticks don't smooth,

and water isn't glass.

What do I know, at the end of the day

The reflection of an illusion is the illusion of gain

or could it be nothing more than wistful imaginings

on an island, out here in the blue dot of the Pacific.

Walking around catching cornflakes

sitting where the sun calls

munching on fortitude,

as dreams fly by...

Reviews

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~~ you've expressed a very complex situation rather eloquently, alisa... ~~ the images are absolutely exquisite... and moving... ~~ i'm one of those who thinks that we do have choices and it's not an illusion... but then i could well be in a minority...

[Alisa Js]

Hello again... I will join you in that minority in that I believe we do have choices in life... that being said, I also believe in destiny...

go figure!

Thank you for your comments and time...

Alisa

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~~ you're very welcome...

[sarik]

now the moon comes
with a bright light

I think this should be the next line if continued....

very thanx for sharing it....

[Alisa Js]

Thank you for your comments and time. I will be by soon.

Alisa ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

should i stay or should i go?
what am i getting from this relationship? is it just giving without getting?

we try to think ourselves into imagining we are happy when we are not.

the last the last two stanzas are really amazing...but i like the entire poem immensely.

[Alisa Js]

Thnks j,

I will be by soon!

Alisa💫