Tuesday, August 30, 2016


What is it that we seek in what we say
What tremours through expanse of walking clay
Will drive a thought to something more than dross
So that, no longer, view life as a loss
But, hidden luster in the very core
Of everything we touch and, something more
The tremours build, the wisdom shakes
And, as the notion reawakes
The age-old patterns fall upon the floor
Like so much rubble swept on out the door
Shed all the doubt and clutter from the din
As life takes hold, supply a suiting grin
The tremours settle and we pause, once more
To find that luster hidden in the core


© 2015 whickwithy

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