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The Soliloquy of Sea Glass
Discards we are, emptied of value
Cast aside, forgotten, meaningless
Our varied hues bartered no regard
In being retained, kept or refilled.
Some shattered while some whole
Stripped of purpose, riding hither
And yon upon the global currents
Which we could not control
Our original intent was consumed
Then invalidated by our abrupt release,
That weighted existence forced
A downward path into the dark
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Juggle Not
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I was busy juggling all of the expectations
So I didn’t see what there was to see
Or where I was going
But only where I thought you thought I should be going
My traveling clothes were always ready
For whatever you could envision
“I’m there” I’d cry excitedly and off we’d go
To someplace foreign and exotic designed by your mind.
Stick to the Weight and Marrow
( Wordplay on Straight and Narrow)
Always stick to the weight and marrow they said
It will keep you out of trouble
They said
So I sought the weight
And I dug to the marrow
Oh, what a world of trouble
But what of the weight?
What of the marrow?
Is the weight the truth of it all, stripped bare,
Quivering like an oyster when its shell is jacked open
Something chilled, to swallow in haste and with a tasty condiment,
Or, like for some of us,
Never to be swallowed at all?
Is not the marrow a functionary for all things necessary for living,
Pumping out bloody things, building us up, or
Is it where feelings originate perhaps, since
One ‘feels it in their bones’
My marrow has exploded and bits of me are leaking everywhere.
Can you feel me?
But what of the weight?
And what of the marrow?
If I stick to the weight and marrow, perhaps I will
Finally get to the truth of the matter.
If so, will my bones let me know?
So I sought the weight
And I dug to the marrow.
Oh, what a world of trouble.
~SMK
Inspiration – Pulled from my ‘phrase garden’ to play with. This was fun to write, even though the message is deep.
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