Blowin' In the Wind

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(dedicated to Bob Dylan
and to John Travolta for his "Phenomenon" performance)

Possibilities

POSSIBILITIES

floating around me in the wind
like so many maple leaves

Possibilities, graceful possibilities

lucrative possibilities,
lewd possibilities
primal possibilities,
moral possibilities,
pathetic possibilities,

fatal possibilities

some I can easily grasp:
others, year after year elude my finger-tips
till my spirits have turned not to yellow, red,
or any other natural hue of Fall
but to a seething and melancholy blue

For though the authoritative, corporate, computerized voices
repeat to me that my life is over,
I still see green possibilities

nonetheless, one way or the other,
I believe it fitting
(for me and for you)
to take contemplative, star-gazing moments,

To thus know that a single life
(whether lean with discipline or
with innovative ambition swollen huge)
is but a passing note
in the insurpassable cosmic fugue

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
THE STATE OF ONES MIND

comparing the universe, TK U MLJ LV NV

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Magical Moments.

Each person a miniscule part of that inumerable caravan of humans moving steadily toward their ultimate destiny.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Pluck a string

That one note is all you are

In life's huge vibrant symphony.

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