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Stumbling in the Dark

Stumbling in the Dark

                                                     I am like dandelion seeds  
                                                     briefly drifting about
                                                     and fragile as glass slippers
                                                     roaming the earth round and round…
                                                     What to believe?
                                                     Which way does the truth go?
                                                     If I only knew,
                                                     I wouldn’t be (like the woodpecker)
                                                     half-asleep!
                                                     The ground is a little slippery,
                                                     I might tumble into mud.
                                                     Which road do I take?
                                                     How do I correct a mistake?
                                                     Two questions,
                                                     and not even one answer to be found.
                                                     I keep roaming the earth
                                                     round and round…
                                                     Still in frog pyjamas.
 

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Matthew Zeccola

Aren't we all? Beautifully penned, Bernadete. I love you frog PJ's! M. 

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Matthew Zeccola

Hello Bernadete, I was the first one commenting on your beautiful poem and I got no thank you. I’m so angry, I’m almost mad. ❤️ M.

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Neville

I take & get the point you make here .. I also thank you for the unexpected chuckle at the image of a frog in jim jams dodging a plummeting half awake woodpecker .. Neville 

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Marion

What have you described here? Humanity maybe, all of it, every single soul who exists. Each seed occasionally landing in a temporary bliss or horror before being blown away again. I'm blown away by this,
line perfect my friend x

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Bernadete van d...

Hi Marion, thank you. You put it in a such good way. Love the way you see it. Hugs, B 

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John Prophet

Such is reality for each of us. So many doors to choose.
Well done.

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