Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted October 1, 2019

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Almost Scented (Refracting Lens)

by Badger_29

"I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves". L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island (Anne of Green Gables, #3)

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A bit behind

my usual way-

In a bit of a bind,

as unexpected delays-

I glanced at my reflection

hurrying through a gate,

and had a recollection

of a time and space, sedate

The face I saw in the window

was anxious and concerned-

lines etched just below,

sleepy eyes that burned-

With a sober understanding

that it is not possible

to process all these things,

so I had learned to cull

The relevant ones

from the chaff

and when this is done,

I have time to laugh

(If not, I would be crying,

as soon I will be dying)

In the edge of my sight,

I detect a lavender shade-

a duly diligent delight,

to my olfactory sense, it bade

Had it been a previous time-

my youthful halcyon days,

I might have sought a scent, sublime

and not been so concerned with delays

Turning to my right

hastily to find-

the future, my delight!

(Yet, something tugging
at my mind)

Somehow a bit distracted,

going through daily motions

Scattered thoughts refracted

through the lens of
utter devotion

For we are all devoted

to the whims we entertain
as the path behind is coated,

with the ashes that remain

Sifting percolating thoughts

of overactive minds,

as uncertainty is brought

by distractions that we find

So I hurried and scurried

to make up for lost time

In my path a flurry

of disconnected rhymes

Some of a scent, beckoning

its mystery couldn't reach me

In my dreams, she sings

I secretly yearn for
what she could teach me

I finished all of my tasks,

but felt somehow unfinished

To Earth Mother, I ask,

"Has my connection diminished?"

Am I so very occupied

with these tedious decisions,

while my inner child hides

in a shell of utopian vision?

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A shocking, and abrupt transition
as I rushed out of my Earthly shell
Jockeying for position,
on karma's mysterious wheel

When I came to my senses

I was surrounded by paradise

Gone were the refracting lenses,

I felt hale, whole and wise

I looked out into this place,

but it was not with sight I saw

I had no eyes or face,

just a gnarly, rooted claw

to my supreme wonder

growing from the ground-

basking and swaying under

a sky which did abound

with an orange atmosphere,

to this vision I relented

It became suddenly clear,

that I was delicate,

and lavender scented . . .

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Brother Badger
Tuesday October 1st, 2019
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Time to be careful with time

Almost Scented (Refracting Lens)

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