Resting comfortably
upon soft floating clouds.
Warmed gently
by golden sunbeams.
Content and at peace,
lie all our human
could of beens.
Mired to Earth,
Shivering
from frigid winds.
Struggling to survive,
accept and understand
Grow all our human
What are’s
Somewhere in between,
caught in a land
of neither here nor there,
swaying aimlessly
guided by our dreams,
fortitude and drive
wait all our human
what could be’s…
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well done!!!
I love this write. My first impression is that a soul is now at peace, no longer worried about the "could of beens".Then the next stanza brought the reality of what is. This was cleverly written, and we should never let go of "what could be". You have brought full circle here what we all contemplate, at one time or another...excellent!!!
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I could have been...!
Loved it! You wove the words together with rare craftsmanship.
Though we are mired to the earth we retain the promise of all we could have been...
Excellent!
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