Moral Compass

Day yields to night.

Night surrenders to day.

Darkness dares light.

We long to find our way.

Trees bend to beckoning breezes.

The tide washes only where its master allows.

Ebbing and flowing as it flexes and releases its gravitational muscles.

Clouds crowd the sky in a snarl of tumultuous traffic until they eventually weep.

We carry on as explorers in uncharted territory. 

Lost souls, bound in strait jackets, barking and howling at the moon.

Soldiers assemble and march like political puppets.

Chess pieces clutter a bloody, checkered board as fantastical, fanatical fingers coerce them in ghastly ways.

Like bruised prize fighters down for the count.

Backs against the ropes.

Punch-drunk and dizzy.

Incoherent.

Lungs gasping for the air that sustains.

We grope, clutch and slug our way through life.

Ducking, bobbing and weaving whilst we shadow-box.

What's on the inside at odds with what's on the outside.

Longing to find our way with a formidable and ever-elusive ...

... moral compass ...

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Creative and poetic interpretation of psyche ability to judge what is right and wrong and act accordingly. Taking no notice of those inner warnings, all could go disastrously wrong! Very thought provoking write …

[Pete]

indeed. well summed oh wise sage ...

[Giulia King]

Oh, how I wish I could write like you, Pete. The way your words are dancing around in my head is pure magical. Well done :)

[Pete]

thank you Gullia, what wonderful things to say. it's interesting because i have no confidence in what i write. i tend to be very shy and anti-social. a loner. i appreciate your encouragement very much. :)