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Bewildered-A Six Word Story
He fell on the ice, bewildered.
Profuse
Puzzled
I am puzzled by many things.
I am puzzled by the sunrise, the sunset and the way the wind bends the trees and cools me off.
I am puzzled by why we are here and what we are doing.
I am puzzled by people’s reactions to, well…everything.
I am puzzled by people who feel the need to be hostile just because you disagree with them.
I am puzzled by the things people say without thinking.
I am puzzled by those who do not take the one life we have seriously.
I am mostly puzzled by the fact that so many things puzzle me.
Apparently bewilderment is a state of mind!
Brilliant
Looking out the window in front of me,
What is it now that I know I see?
Brilliant sunshine, wisps of white, naked trees and river white.
The limbs reach up ever towards the blue,
Waiting for the sunset to start anew.
Believe
I believe in the truth
Assuming nothing, absent words act as confirmation
Letters pieced together, arranged and then rearranged
Why? To make us believe.
Immerse
Walking on the path,
Immersed in the retreat
Of winter, hopeful
My daughter, survveying the winter wonderland.
Rhythmic
A rhythmic poem should be measured,
If it is the words will be treasured,
As you weave through each stanza,
A linguistic bonanza,
I hope you will read this for pleasure.
My Hideout-The Trail
When I walk into the woods,
I feel the comforting embrace of the trail,
Each step wrapping me tighter in the cloak of its essence,
Like a mother swaddling a newborn,
The cloak reaffirms the journey,
Drowning each sorrow with the promise of tomorrow,
The trail my refuge, my hideout,
The woods calling out, offering nothing but safe passage,
Thoughts of the empty miles ahead, filled with the scent of Spring,
Trees swaying in a calming cadence that help me navigate
Each winding trail as if it were my own,
The woods, my refuge, my hideout.
Year (2)
I look in the mirror on the last day,
Wondering what awaits me tomorrow.
Another year has past, another year older,
Another year of loss, another year bolder,
Why do we wait, for each year to end,
Why do we wait, to be on the mend.
So I look in the mirror on the first day,
Wondering what awaits me tomorrow.
The Zen Hiker 