Oracle
17 May 2014
I am thin at this altitude,
breathing labored,
this forced panoramic view
of chaos
a disaster just waiting to happen.
Why?
An enduring question,
for most people a curiosity,
but for a few β a necessity.
And for many,
adroit at plastic answers,
the few who knead the bread,
who sip only from alabaster cups,
are shunned,
deemed unredeemable
for not settling for conformity.
Many could see,
in graphic detail,
but few, if any,
ascend or question.
Many come,
seeking answers from,
but leave dissatisfied with
the answer they receive.
Only a few depart
with wisdomβs planted seed.
Mine eyes have seen,
in gentle humility,
merely because I choose
to ask, to listen,
and to see.
Beautiful poem and it’s good to see you’ve returned, Michael. I appreciate you stopping by to read while on a break and I hope you’re doing better, too…
Beautiful, Micheal. I like how you end the poem.
thank you M π
my pleasure, M π
Yay, you’re back, Michael!! I gave it one more try today and voila your site appeared on my screen!! π
yes, I am back LOL thanks for making me feel missed, well, at least my poems
Oh you were, my friend. I would check often and see the alert that I had to ask permission but did not want to disturb you…I do love your poetry too and your likes and odd comments are most welcome:)
I’m so glad you are back, Michael. Thinking of you, and hoping all is okay. (Thank you for reading while you were away.)
thank you Audrey … reading gave me the courage to try again, so thank you (and so many others)
I’m really glad, Michael. xx
More should listen… And learn. Beautiful writing!
thanks CC your exuberance and playful exploration have kept me not only entertained, but also encouraged me to try again