compass
{scintilla day 9}
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Talk about where you were going the day you got lost.
Did you ever get to where you meant to go?
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truth be told
i get a little bit lost
every day
drawing your own map
makes living with questions
the only direction
but somehow
i always find my way
back home
.
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.
March 21st, 2013 at 8:35 am
A magnificent photograph. I love that little you, out on the edge, finding your way back to the V; always lost a little, on purpose.
March 21st, 2013 at 8:55 am
i always loved groucho marx’s quote,
“home is where you hang your head.”
i think of that “hang” as being a hardy laugh, a knowing nod, a moment of sorrow, but always done when i feel at home….
YOUR poetry takes me…home.
March 21st, 2013 at 1:42 pm
smiles…i think we all have to on some level learn to live with the questions…there are some we will never know the answer to…finding ones way home is a good thing too…
March 21st, 2013 at 3:57 pm
Lovely! The idea of always questioning and being uncertain of your direction, yet still finding your way, is something that really resonates with me.
March 21st, 2013 at 4:38 pm
Magnificently profound and simple in one sweet flow – lovely creative achievement, bravely done… Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
March 21st, 2013 at 4:42 pm
Lovely poem and photograph to accompany it. Like Michael said, I love the little you out there on the edge, getting a bit lost, drawing your own map. Very nice.
March 21st, 2013 at 10:05 pm
i guess it’s great that we always find our way back home…even on those days where being lost actually feels good…..xo
March 21st, 2013 at 10:25 pm
Those words really spoke to me. There are so many days lost is with us and we must work to find our way home. Thank you!