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untitled ['pauses and breaks']
by Brian FuchsLife’s all pauses and breaks;
my feet don’t seem so eager anymore to get to those places
I’ve always kept close to my heart and deep in my dreams.
There’s something soothing about stasis,
something unnerving as well.
I’m peering through cracks and holes of a life that is always shifting,
searching for someone who might be peering back at me
from the other side… of what?
The winds are picking up and I can feel change creeping over the horizon.
Storm’s comin’ and I’ve not gotten ready for it this time,
thought I’d enjoy more of this part of life,
thought there’d be more,
thought I could find comfort in being alone.
Blow me into bits; create something new and magical,
something more than I’ve ever been.
Grasping for hands to hold, I realize that there is only me.
7.22.2008 07/22/2008 Posted on 02/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Brian Fuchs
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/09 at 10:10 PM A great blend of voice and chaotic imagery. This might be the best one I've seen from you so far. |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 03/02/09 at 09:14 AM Excellent imagery, and it flows very well. I like this introspective view of a "certain age"; you have written what so many of us feel, and thus, this poem is ageless. Well crafted work, Brian. |
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