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The Bright Horizon
I sit hunched over my keyboard
pouring over the work I know so well
looking for mistakes and errors I never seem to find
despite my certainty they are there.
The familiar landscape flows past
with no interruptions from bothersome typos
or awkward passages to break my stride.
My sight is obscured by rote knowledge.
My journey is safe, predictable.
I only see what I expect to see.
No new ground will be crossed,
the path is well known, the road well traveled.
How small my world is!
I have constructed a world that encases me
in a shell made of my own beliefs.
Never finding anything but what I know I shall.
Where is that bright horizon,
that unknown road that leads past
my well-fortified borders
and out into the open sky?
Can it be found at all?
Is there a way past my small world
to places I didn't know existed?
How can I see past my own reality?
I look, never finding,
knowing it exists.
It is all around me,
but out of my reach.
Does the path start from without or from within?
How may I take that first step
away from my cloistered world
towards that bright horizon?
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| Well written, but sad. I can relate to some degree to your poem. There comes a time when the gold-fish doesn't fit the bowl any more. A tank works, but a lake is bigger. When we move out past our comfort zone, which is scary at times, we find it's really more comfortable there after a time. Take the risk. Reach out. It only takes one step at a time. Walk a new path. Thanks for sharing. Janet |
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My sight is obscured by rote knowledge.
this line, used to describe your fanatic searching for mistakes is something that really makes me smile.
i do the same thing. |
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| Thank you Michael, I'll do that. |
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Great piece of work. It kind of makes me think of some of my other work from before, the stuff that I lost when I moved. To answer that last question: Sometimes you have to take a dream and step out on faith. I am trying to do that now. Copy and paste this URL into your browser address bar, not the search engine and you will see my step out on faith to realize my dream. Just to let you know this project was in the works long before I found edit red:
http://www.myonlinewriting.com/articles/index.php
P.S. I want you to submit to it when it is ready. i think your work would go great in a book of contemporary literature. |
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