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In the tradition of the question asked time and time again, “what do you want to be?”

Eight years later and I have found the answer.
emotion.
I want to become living emotion.

When your father dies, I will be the songs you mourn to
I will be the gray sky.
when there is forgiveness and redemption, I will be the sound of the puzzle pieces coming together.
when you are in love, I am the feeling that intoxicates your every sense.
when you are needy and without, I am the grass to give you rest and the tree to give you shade.
when you are angry, I am the beat of your heart, faster than a track horse, and the tingling in your fingers.
when you are hurt, I am the ground that folds to support you, and I am the fading pink sunset that reminds you are alive.
and most importantly,
when you are happy and the bills are paid and your stomach is full, I am the sweet smell of the breeze blowing past. -c.s.

© 2015 flickering candle

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Anthony J

"The sound of the puzzle pieces coming together"

This line made this poem incredible for me. It evoked an extremely strong memory of doing jigsaw puzzles with my mom and that wonderful clicking sound of cardboard on cardboard. I know that's probably not what you were going for, but I just thought you should know I had an awesome moment with this piece! great stuff as always

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

that's exactly what i was talking about here! in life when things are going smooth, it can feel like.. read more

Coyote Poetry

You are very wise and I agree.
"you are alive.
and most importantly,
when you are happy and the bills are paid and your stomach is full, I am the sweet smell of the breeze blowing past. -c.s."
The above lines are truer than true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote