We purchase boards
imagine roots –
dream bigger
ignore the dawning
The higher the fence,
we tell ourselves,
the better the privacy.
Work hard, earn big.
And the longing grows
it’s the heart that seeks roots
hungers for connection
love like sunshine
Would knock down walls
throw open the doors
bask in the expansiveness
of kindred moments shared.
(For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly prompt: sunshine. Image is my own – a common merganser basking in sunshine.)
We are seeing the limits of our walls too well right now. (K)
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That’s for sure!
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If only we’d learn bigger it not always better!! Nice poem!
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Thanks. Hard lesson, I guess.
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“Bask” is such a good word to describe experiencing both sunshine and love.
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Thanks Liz.
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The illusive dream! Thank you. Janet
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Yes! Thanks Janet!
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Love, connection, sunshine…kindred moments. Well said, V.J.
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Thanks Andrea.
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You’re welcome.
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This is a lovely questing poem. We make our simple needs so complicated don’t we?
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We do! We chase the dream (typically media-constructed) and only in later years, appreciate what was really important all along. Life’s ironies. Thanks Susanne.
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So what do we do with the boards? Are they treated or just kiln dried? What kind of wood? So many questions VJ, so many questions…
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Lol. I keep trying to catch them and nail them down (the questions, not the boards) but they are like rabbits, multiplying.
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