The Broken Fence
The broken fence
calls to me
‘round the bend
’midst the trees
shading the path.
It moves me to tears.
I don’t know why.
This imperfect scene
would lose its appeal
should the fence
be made whole
I don’t know why.
It gives me pause.
It gives me hope.
I don’t know why.
On my cloud shrouded road
littered with broken dreams
uncompleted work
so much to do
the broken fence
along the way
is all I need
today.
I think I know why.
© E.M. Ramos 5/26/2009
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy 2012!
I came upon this old poem of mine quite by accident and thought it was fitting to post for the new year. May all your dreams and wishes come true in 2012!
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I don't know why either. But manybroken fences in my life gave me an escape from one corral to,sometimes, another. Or, to an open road. It's all in the surrounding environment, or circumstances. Why? It's all in the mind of the beholder.
S ound analytical?
Do you knoow why I'm saying all these? I trully don't know why.
Love and Happy New Year from the start, Angel
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