The holiday
Ran itself out fast
We tried catching up
Panting, huffing and puffing
The plans
Ideas to reason,
Longing to talk
To meet
To love
Shun differences
Realize perspectives
See more; feel even more
Forgotten in haste
We chased
Leaving nothing to chance
Sea beach, mountains, wild, mega cities
All crossed
The eyes kept staring
Looking out for that holiday
That peace
That simplicity
Ease, sleep, and acceptance
But the holiday was faster
Meaner, shrewder,
And politically correct
It took away
What life had got
Sowed differences
Took whatever little chance was left
Buried, me
My smile
My life
My reason
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5 comments:
nice writeup.
i happened to land at your page.
love it
Hey! Thanks for dropping by. :)
I like the rhythm of the poem. Really enjoyed reading :)
Lena
Thank you Lena. Coming from you, I take it as a compliment.
I followed the link to 'The colours magazine' from here. I must say you that are doing a wonderful service to the writing world, people like us who live to write each day. Yes, I would send in my entry as well.
Best wishes and God bless you. Stay beautiful!
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