A poem about the two sides of life and if one has a choice in which to partake.

Questioning

Blue skies

Where does the future lead

Does it lead down some unknown trail

One full of jagged edges

Or is is a picture

Soft and vivid

Of colorful images

Looking around

A begger lay on the street before me

Drastic changes

Observation

Simplicity is a requirement

There were no wonders there

Only a begger man that looked striken

With filth and sickness

Not alone

But yet defeated

No blue skies in his eyes

Only a strong cold north wind

To carry ones spirit away

In another direction

Flowers blooming

Life budding forth

Smell of an ocean breeze

Tickling the nostrils with sheer tranquility

Delightful senses

Oblivious to the begger

Now two paintings

One dull

Grounded and frail

The other bursting with life

Reaching towards the sun and blue skies

More observation

Does one have the choice

In which to partake of

Or was this whole surreal image

Strangley just the road of life

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Copyright © 2006 Tanya Kime-Wallace

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  • ken bultman on Jun 30, 2009

    So good. Choices. We live and die by the ones we make. Would love to meander down the road in the pic.

  • stumbleuponwriter on Jun 30, 2009

    I look at the picture and it gives me a wondrous kind of feeling like what to expect at the end of the curve. Something curious and definitely the way that we choose in life will definitely impact our journey throughout. I like your portraying of words here, very beautiful and thought-provoking. Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece.. ;)

  • clay hurtubise on Jun 30, 2009

    Nice piece and I like the pic you used: every ties together well. Your on the right path! :)
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • Sheila M on Jun 30, 2009

    Lovely, questioning write

  • Mystify on Jul 1, 2009

    Thanks very much for your kind comments.The photo I took in Doncaster,the road is actually an old mote around a castle.

  • deep blue on Oct 11, 2009

    A well thought poem. You got me thinking, Tanya…

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