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Still
by Glenn CurrierBeing human for so many years
you’d think that I would know
you’d think it’d be clear
I’m still in flow with room to grow.
But I get frustrated still
with the flaws in my learning
how its still so uphill.
But it’s ok - this yearning.
Like the feathery clouds up there
floating in the blue
I’m still a subject of air
moving in sky, always new.
Like the distant dark trees
with bright sky contrasting
dark against light is what the eye sees
it’s the shadow I’m casting
it’s the shadow getting long
moving toward twilight
but still standing, still strong
still fluid, fluxing and flowing - is alright. 06/09/2018 Author's Note: Author’s Note: Dedicated to my longtime friend and former colleague, Wanda Jones on her birthday.
Posted on 06/09/2018
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/09/18 at 04:01 PM Worthy rhyming dedication, Glenn. Humanity at its best, spiritually roaming the sky amid the clouds. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/10/18 at 10:38 PM Thanks for the clarification in your response to my comment Glenn. It's always amazing how deep a poem can go in its inspiration, that doesn't appear on the surface.
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