Abstract People by Joel F

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The palette and
the brush

can never paint
the secret fountain

The wisdom
to comprehend

the flowing emotions
as high as a mountain

What you see
is what you get

but you can
never be certain

Once you meet
the abstract people

when you start
looking at the mirror

 

Abstract people. Have you met them?  Do you recognize them?  Do they ever bother you?  Do you understand them?

Understanding them is like viewing a painting.  Your interpretation is limited to your understanding.  Your understanding is limited to your truth.

Looking at the painting, how could you refute the visible signs of the brush if you’re only seeing the canvas? And how can you accept the beauty of its diverse colors if you hate to walk in shades of gray and live your life only in black and white?

And what is your truth? Is the sun your truth or the moon on a dark night? Is it the rainbow after the storm or the pot of gold after the rainbow? Is your truth your refuge when life is a curse or it becomes your oath when life is a gift?

Abstract people.   Most of the time,  you don’t understand them.  Sometimes, you are one of them.

 
 

Daily Prompt:  Recognize

 

 

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Beholden

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Summer singing

Its lovely goodbye

still you say

don’t leave me sunshine.

 

Leaves are falling

turning golden,

still you think

you are beholden

 

To memories

of summertime

like chasing

elusive butterflies

 

but when winter

showcase its

magical

snowflakes

 

you dream

of bonfire

scented

autumn

 

for you

rather kiss

the breeze

of yesterday

 

than embrace

the beauty

of tomorrow’s

blossoms.

 

 

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Not Just on Sundays

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They saw you creep in like a beggar in the city
Although you’re not asking for coins nor begging for pity.
The unkempt clothes that ruin their image
A big no to their sundays that seem like sacrilege.

Roaming the wilderness looking for kindness
A drop of holy water to enlighten their blindness
The scented candles and all those fragrant flowers
Purity of one’s heart you wish they’ll discover.

A preachy sermon to help thy own neighbour
Dropping coins to serve their master’s favor
Turning away seeing you as a leper
Dirty torn clothes judging you as a pauper.

You light a candle and utter your prayer
Sharing your bread to a needy stranger
Not your leftover or your excess clover
And you do it any day not just on sundays.

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Fair Expectations

Expect The Unexpected

Yes,  it’s your nature to be fair but it’s also the scorpion’s nature to sting.  The world is a huge jungle, if you want to get your lion’s share you should expect the unexpected.  Do not expect to be unscathed or unbitten while you hike that trail.  Fair expectations and all those complications, a truthful confirmation that it won’t be easy to fulfill your journey but it will be all worth it.

 

 

 

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The Hidden Letters

Reading between the lines, i no longer ask why.

The Hidden letters i can’t decipher,
until the leaves fell last october.

When you believe that it’s over
you can’t be friends nor lovers

because the trust was trashed and slashed
just let fate dictates the If’s and why’s.

Shit happens.
That’s Life.

 

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