By our existentialism
We reach and slip
In a vacuum
Davis Trudel © 2012
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as blank verse, existentialism, free verse, poetry
Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
I agree, I am happy that we can find community anywhere. There was someone somewhere who complained of oppression and even isolation in his current place of living and the response was “Allah’s Earth is Spacious!” That means we can continously recreate ourselves and spread love farther than the nest we currently inhabit. My dad repeats that phrase to me all the time when my phobia gets to the agoraphobic point. And it makes me travel to blogs like this, go for long walks, and write poems. I feel recharged afterward. We can be like birds and go off and build new nests far in the distance. Love is all around, it may not come from the expected places, we have to keep hoping and searching. # One Love
No, it certainly cannot.
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