We travel
a stranger
to
our self -
disguised
as someone
who knows,
we grasp
at a story,
find
solace
in that
weakness
as we
look
busy,
as we
look away.
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Sunset or sunrise
one and the same
Winter Break
Poetry in the elements
About Me
- Lauren Joan
- Milpitas, CA, United States
- Alice: I am a Barred Rock Hen - I lay brown eggs most days, sometimes speckled, sometimes just brown. Joanie B: I am a Gold Laced Wyandotte - I lay brown eggs and I am the boss Chicken of Alice. Laurenjoan: I am a librarian by day, a poet (depending on circumstances and my mood), but a mother all of the time.
2 comments:
So true. Your words are very meaningful.
To me, this poem means that we are constantly changing, always rediscovering ourselves. It's insightful. Julie
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