Ummm...Have you ever had one of those..."things that make you go hmmm..." moments...
I guess I shouldn't think sometimes...cause you never know what might spring from the deep...
I wrote this poem this morning while I waited for the clock to inform....time to go to work...
A purer place
Thus as I mow the lawn again today
My mood not dark or light but rather gray
With every arc that trace the blades around
Not only grass but life that I mow down
What is the point compassion's bonds instill
That in every act of living I should kill
Is comfort clothed in non considered strife
Am I the reaper come to claim that life
Still I mow though sick my soul inside
I'm sorry little life I inner cried
Wetness run the furrows of my face
This can't be home this surely can't be grace
Motions find me late and often weep
Through them as I'm drifting off to sleep
In dream a universe I oft would roam
A purer place that I could claim as home
I was mowing the lawn here at the cottage yesterday while horde's of mayfly's and other small life met their end under the mowing deck and tires...I
know...I should have put on the radio earmuffs and listened to some dubstep but that would have been the...normal
edit on 29-5-2015 by YouSir because: I wants to...