Quintessential QuagmireA Poem by PeteLifeDays spill over to years. Years morph into eternities. Bass guitars labor to keep a steady beat. Snare drums usher in hijinks and drama. Demons know how to tuck us in at night too, after all. High tides eventually wash where they have never gone before. Blood relatives and curiosity seeking acquaintances at white weddings, Irish Wakes and long forgotten funerals. You can't have any honey without reaching into the hive. We carry on like court jesters, juggling existence. The king is ruthless and the queen unforgiving. Dusty bowling trophies sit idly on cold, ashen hearths framing lives where rip-roaring fires once burned. Long-stemmed champagne glasses and brandy snifters lie irreparably smashed forever. You can strike up the band and rearrange the deckchairs on the Titanic but it's still going down. The path can be cruel and callous. Muddy and mired. The balm of belief providing relief. The lotion of love soothing souls. We must toil, with sleeves rolled up, to find the good in each other and always be open to possibilities. They call it life but no one makes it out alive from the ... ... quintessential quagmire ...
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4 Reviews Added on September 5, 2017 Last Updated on September 12, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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