“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.” – Garrison Keillor

Its interesting how life takes so many curves and turns yet always cycles back. No matter how far you drive there are never any exits off loop L1F3, at least until the engine dies. I mean that there are always emotional dips. Everything goes so well and then you get a little pinch to drop you back to reality, like a fight with a loved one or catching a cold. It works the opposite as well, you have a bad month or year but your favorite song suddenly comes on the radio or you happen to catch a brilliant sunset.

I’ve written a pantoum this evening. Its a unique structure. This is kind just a release for me, I’d like to write some more poetry this evening but if I do I will work on creating and image or story instead of just impressions. Anyhow, enjoy.

An Ill-Advised Junction

It feels so many things get stuck inside,
I’ve tried to confide the words that
lodge in the place between the looks implied
and the silence in your eyes. Facts

I’ve tried to confide. The words that
brim at my lips but never reach your ears
and the silence in your eyes. Facts
wriggle around the truth. Still my fears

brim at my lips but never reach your ears.
Struggling, choking, thoughts like cotton
wriggle around the truth. Still my fears
whisper beneath the bed; unforgotten

struggling, choking. Thoughts like cotton
lodge in the place between the looks implied
and where you used to lie. In a place that’s rotten,
it feels so many things get stuck inside.