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Saturday, November 19, 2022

My Path - a Metaphorical Poem {??} for Sunday Muse


Surreal Image by Robert Jahn

I walk a narrow road 
more narrow than 
the width of my foot 
It has no curbs 
nor a fence 
and 
not a shoulder at all
No intersections 
except 
for one 
One for the 
light beam walkers and 
most of them can fly 
Fly as the June bug 
the one who 
flies to its death 
trying 
trying to get to the light 

For the light I have no desire 
that path I'll not try 
My desire is to make it 
make it to the other side 
In one piece if I may 
falls are hard and 
there's no one 
to help 
Some never make it up 
their lifeless bodies 
waiting for the hearse 
Others give it up 
they're tired of trying 
so they too 
wait for the hearse 

The hearses go 
in two directions, 
up 
and 
down 
Like an elevator where 
gravity 
pulls it down 

The desirable path 
for us is 
straight across 
Straight and narrow 
is the path to take, 
leave it not 
Left or right 
those ways lead quickly 
quickly lead to 

Down
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I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #237 
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12 comments:

  1. This is an awesome stream of consciousness .... no going down the wrong path for you!!
    "the other side" is quite gorgeous, peaceful, and home .. where the hearts are.

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  2. The desirable path
    for us is straight across
    Straight and narrow
    is the path to take,

    Logically correct Dr Jim. One is to be certain as far as possible rather take a gamble and miss it!

    Hank

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  3. The desirable path is straight across from point A to B without any major injuries.

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  4. Your message is direct and true my friend! We have missed you Jim!

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  5. Fascinating. So much packed into one poem.

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  6. Great - this line for me sums it up 'My desire is to make it
    make it to the other side'

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  7. "The hearses go
    in two directions,
    up
    and
    down "

    An interesting contradiction, since the only possible way is down.
    Happy Sunday.

    Much💛love

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    1. Upon death I tend to think Heaven as up and down for Hell. Who knows, the Bible is silent there, isn't it?
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  8. !t's so easy to stray from the path, it's something we've all done I'm sure.

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  9. Love the parallel between the tight rope walker and the straight and narrow as analogies for the walk of life.
    ~Dora

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