Every part of this
every line of your skin
those sounds that come in
and come out
all of this is familiar
it is something that I have lived through
many times
in my mind
and in my body
is there a point when feelings like this
start to discontinue
or are they part of the perpetuity of the mind?
I have never really ever lived this moment
but I am having thoughts that I am believing
items I am recognizing
time passing
like it always does, passing by me
always searching
feels like searching
the feeling finds me
that’s how it feels when I am doing nothing.
It feels like I am always going it alone.
All of this
am I bored
am I distracted
wondering what I should be doing
this is all too familiar
when nothing starts to seem similar
there have been too many moments
of just killing time
it’s not like it is anything amazing
a different kind of uncertain
feeling a bit nervous
wondering what was I saying
and was it ever anything I was actually doing.
It is all familiar
all of life’s moments
how they hang around
until you just fill them
up
with the pieces of time that you are forgetting
the existence we are creating
I know myself so well
it’s like I am making it hard
for me to get to know myself better.
And where will I go
when I have learned this
it enough
over and over
the walls are concrete
but they are not solid
the wreckage
and the renovation
starts with just a feeling that I felt before
and again I am feeling parts of it
there never is a beginning.
just rediscovered fragments.
Touching. sadness way deeper and darker then the average humans comfort level thanks for an insightful glimpse of time and that time that gets hijacked but that constant shiftshaper Death
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Searching ….Harlon I feel your spirit on this mysterious path …wonder filled poem ! Love and blessings , megxxx
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I was wondering about perpitude, too. That’s one stunning photo! Peace, Harlon.
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Ah! My friend…you have captured something real here…I know I have been there. ❤ to you!
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“Perpitude”?
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Funny I meant to capture that awkward word and fix it, I was trying to own the word perpetuity but I felt it needed an adjustment. Let me reconsider my choice of words 🙂 H
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It’s a Harlon-inspired neologism. 🙂
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This is wonderful Harlon, absolutely wonderful!
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Thank you, wow, that is really nice to hear?
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Uncertainties are always there around us. It matters how we tackle it…
Lovely poem filled with emotions. .
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Yes, Akhila I think you are right on – there can always be uncertainty, it’s just not necessary to always face it, often I feel if I acknowledge and not get stuck on it then that is the best thing I can do, simply be aware of it’s presence but not of it’s power because it’s me that ultimately gives it the power. Other times, I will see that uncertainty and I can see how it is so subjective and my perception can alter its power and perhaps lead me to adjust my bath. I think it’s part of being. Much lovem Harlon
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Totally agree with you. .I liked your words ‘its me that ultimately gives it the power’
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