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when I thought
I could not discern
or love life
lost in fog right
and left I discover
only later I was
riding a beautiful
cloud from within
going places
unseen directed by
a master pilot an active
radar inside me
at constant war
lighting thunder
and bolts with mind
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annamosca 
Delicious conceit, so it is!
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Thank you Simon, happy you like it!
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A beautiful poem. I know what it’s like to get lost in a fog, and then to fight our way out. This poem reminded me of those times.
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Thank you for your comment on identifying… at times situations look scary because fear takes over when in reality we are made to just enjoy the journey!
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Sometimes feeling lost we are simply on our way to those places we have yet to visit. At least that’s what I took away from your words. Thanks for sharing.
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You got it right! Thank you for your feedback.
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I love the back and forth motion of the first two stanzas. It drew me in and launched me into a rhythm that sustained the rest of the poem. Great sound! Thanks for the poem!
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You are very welcome Charnell. Very happy you got the sound and the rhythm of this poem! It’s so important to me that words create their own defined music.
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“unseen directed by
a master pilot an active
radar inside me”
Very powerful image, especially with the photo. It makes me think about those days that feel preordained.
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Thank you for you comment! Some days life is like a dream we have already had… but our minds have a difficult time dealing with such matters.
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I would like to write something some day that captures the surreal quality of merging dream time with “real” time. AND have it be something people could grasp on to and understand.
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