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Drug of Choice
Old records
slowly fading to dust
fill filing cabinet
essence accepted
stored away
carried within
lessons unlearned
searching for home
the ultimate quest
long journey
detour
backtracking
backpacking
shoulders bent
rehearsals
in recurring dramas
corners cut
return to start
least expected
in an obscure cul de sac
reflection
recognition
blessed silence
home at last
so high, so high
on life itself
drug of choice
feedback van andere lezers- ivo
als de zoektocht eindigt in de 'cul de sac' (doodlopende weg) en hetgeen er is al altijd is geweest dan kan zelfs de de gezegende stilte van de herkenning geen uitweg meer geven .. het leven tussen wat wij waarnemen en wat wij niet kunnen zien .. alsof alles enkel en alleen 'dust' zou zijn.
Het uitzichtloze spreekt hier witregels vol ..
killea: Thank you for your fine FB, Ivo. The cul de sac was actually meant as a route, or street without an escape or exit at the end, never before taken, always avoided, and yet in this place......
xx
j - ppe
this 'fill filing cabinet' made me stop while reading ur poem
i thought you meant filing cabinet but i guess you mean it all fill the filing cabinet :)
killea: yes indeed, ppe
xx
j - yellow
I don't know, everything went wrong yesterday, still it's difficult to imagine a life without, I don't know what to do, it's in my hands now,
M.
x
killea: Thanks Marc, will get online later later and we can talk
xx
j - tessy
heel mooi
killea: Thank you Tessy
xx
j - jan
every single tells a story...
xx
j
killea: Yes indeed, jan
xx
j - lief
toen ik het las dacht ik meteen aan 'Love is the drug' van Roxy Music, ik heb het vinyl, helemaal grijsgedraaid en vol krassen....
liefs
killea: Thank you for your FB, ha ha
xx
j - Mistaker
I love those old records, they mean so much more than cd's...
Greta xx
killea: Thank you Mistaker, laughed until I cried at your FB, Greta
xx
j
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