One advantage waking early has - that I will fully admit I rarely partake in, is that it does give one time to write, and on a nice spring morning walk, I had a few thoughts. I don't think this one is one of my best, though it has a couple moments that offer something of quality. But's what came to mind, and as promised, this stuff is very raw, mostly first-draft stuff. So here you go!
The question hangs heavy in the thick morning air,
Amidst the fragrance of the spring pollens
that are both the essence and agony of life.
A thought: by itself, worthless,
but by wind or wing transported
finds a fertile home in which to grow,
Flourishing in the mind of Man.
The roots grow deeper,
the thought becomes an ideal,
a flowering plant in its own right,
spread now on the winds of passion,
a raging storm that cannot be controlled -
"Love thy neighbor."
At some point, I think I will sit down with this and see what I can really make of it. You'll rarely hear me say it - but I like this one. I think it offers something we need to see more of, in general.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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