Wednesday, 17 July 2013

An Existential Road Trip

I suspect few of us haven't, at some time or another, sat hunched in a chair, chin in hands, brooding about whatever issues are plaguing us, staring at the carpet without really seeing it.

Stare long enough, though, and the inner eye may well focus on more then we ever imagined, taking us on existential road trip that passes for a daydream...


Flowers in a field
starting to grow
where there was only
a muddy brown

Winging clouds;
whiter than whites
of eyes daring us defy
our worst fears

Flowers in a field
starting to dance
like a ballet company
for ‘Spartacus’

Winds of Change
and only carpet flowers
to weep our graves

Flowers in a field
of memories,
we slaves of time found
wanting in its eyes

A burst of sunlight
(kicking up dust)
makes a convincing case     
for spring cleaning

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010

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