
Hello Friends,
After a lovely weekend spent in the shade of great pines, I can’t help but feel a bit out of place as I try and reenter the flow of life as I know it—a kind of hangover. I’m sure there’s a clever term for it that I’m not remembering. Oh well. I have for you today a free verse piece inspired by my reflections on the previous week. I hope you enjoy it.
Durable:
The sunlight shining through
this pint of beer
reminds me that church
can be held anywhere
two or more assemble
I have faith to spare
in what's proven durable,
like this love of ours.
This immutable spark between us
that threatens to set any room we share
to burning
in a blink
-Brandon White
Ahhh yes… the reality hangover…. but actually. What IS reality? Wasn’t the weekend in nature with your family the REAL THING. What it’s all about.
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Well said, T. It absolutely was the truth of this life.
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Nice poem. And I like the shape. A star, perhaps…?
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Thanks very much, Brandon. I, too, see a star.
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Oh, I totally agree with what Tara said! What a beautiful reality you experienced with your family in the cabin and now your just stepping back into the other part of your reality. The mundaneness of life, yes, but everything we experience is our reality in different elements..some fun, some not so much.
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My reality needs more cabin in the woods!😁
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