Broken Chances

Time swept me away,
Luminous dials took me,
Bare faced, back breasted felines
Spoke harsh words,
Gnashed teeth,
Dug claws deep,
Until blood ran,
Heart broke,
And I was no more.

You saw the breaking of me,
Watched in hope of a brighter day,
Yet when I hit the bottom,
You walked away.

Finding me broken,
Dispatched by dispassionate arms,
Wandering the wilderness of life,
Bemused, disturbed, vaguely confused,,
Unsure of route, way or being,
You anchored yourself in your path
And asked me to join you,
Showing me the strength of the moment,
If I chose to see it.

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© Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane
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Mornings Call

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I awoke before the birds today,
Heard the chorus rise,
Felt the silent morning peace,
Before the rush of daily lives.

Thought it strange,
The pace we build,
To prove our place on earth.

Found it weird,
The thought of this,
To prove our daily worth.

As people rise to start their day,
Yawn, stretch, put coffee on,
How sad to feel their loss of way,
By following habit long.

For what else to do when nothing calls,
Except the call unheard?
But follow habits long ingrained,
Like the chorus of the bird.

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Of course, we have the choice,
Could listen to that call,
Follow where the day just leads,
And into life just fall.

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