It is lonely at the center of the universe.
There is just the one thing, human or God.
Yes it is a lonely place, what with the universe
spinning a lovely pirouette, moving on with its life
while I wait, quiet as a written word or light
invisible behind the gray flat line of horizon
gathered like weather before the front pours
over the mountains.
I wish God had put me somewhere else.
A place where the air moves,
where a bird might land on my shoulder,
where words can be exchanged in the town square
instead of in a vacuum. A place where a touch
does not have such a long way to travel.
On Being The Center Of The Universe
17 Friday May 2013
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Winding Stream Press said:
wow!
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you very much, it is always nice to find a WOW! in the comment box.
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mixedupmeme said:
God gave you patience. Wait your turn.
WOW
Wait On Wondermonger
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Ronald E. Shields said:
understood or not I am always grateful when a poem elicits a response, so thank you.
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mixedupmeme said:
And I understand the comment remark about comments very well!!
I worked hard to disguise my meaning. If I remember it, will get back to you. 🙂
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Ah yes, I often forget what I mean, but then I seldom say memorable things.
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Only See Your Good Side said:
I’ve nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award! Keep writing. Details here: http://balfourthrb.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=923&action=edit&message=6&postpost=v2
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you for nominating me. All the best, Ron.
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Only See Your Good Side said:
You’re welcome 🙂
Becky
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ann said:
‘quiet as a written word, or even light…’
and so much more…once again…just excellent.
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