Monday, March 22, 2010

Finding Home


somber day has come
reaching the height of potential
looking out to the vast spans
of an hour glass, run dry
seconds, minutes, hours and days
dissipated, sucked away
mounting the last heap of hope
looking down upon the mountain’s scope
knowing
the only way down…
a leap
into the stomach of fate,
limits spent
boundaries surpassed
humbled, you find your way…
Home.

25 comments:

  1. I loved that so much. You have no idea. You're an amazing talent. Amazing.

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  2. The unknown can be scary which will require a leap of faith if one is to move forward. Again another thought provoking poem, you have such a gift my young friend......:-) Hugs

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  3. I like that the journey, by choice or fate, leads home.

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  4. Loved this kay!
    Love how you write!

    Margie :)

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  5. Ah.....its so awesome.......ur words hve magic in dem.....and d pic has made dem more powerful :)

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  6. I loved reading this on this morning. Now even more humbled on my way home.

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  7. Good words, connecting with my day. Thank you

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  8. :)

    exactly,
    like my journey to my soul.

    Kay,
    I love insight and wisdom of your poetry.

    Thanks

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  9. Each day you have something so different but yet they all share a common thing,,great...

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  10. It is good when we find our way 'home' to our comfort zone. The place we feel safe, comfortable and unchallenged in life.

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  11. "a leap into the stomach of fate"...and how mine growls, still unable to decide if it wishes food, or rather to speak of it's emptiness.

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  12. It's great the way you go through to eventually get home
    LOVE IT!
    :)

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  13. Beautiful! May we always find our way home. Beautifully written.

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  14. Very nice! I love the way you capitalize "home".

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  15. Still keeping the standard we have come to expect - although I stumbled a little at "the stomach of fate". (Hair splitting. Sorry)

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  16. Real, caustic and deranged. A veneer of sorrow overall.

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  17. Nice one...:)
    'Home' is wat the need is..:)

    Cheers

    Nuts

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  18. What a relief at the end...
    Beautifully written!!

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