To look at me, no one would know.
That each thing I see, I think about.
I make details and colors.
Why they walked this way
and what the sky was like.
Told stories as a child.
Wrote them in notebooks
while riding home on the bus.
Told everyone I'd do it
if only I could find a job.
Everyone has a story.
It's just mine to tell.
A twist of life.
A swirl of wind.
Everything is different
at least in my version.
So, as I walk I see it all.
Nothing misses my filters.
Always quiet but watching.
~ JC ~
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4 comments:
Very lovely.
Thank you for the kind words about Sammy. Meowm will be worried for awhile, but she will get thru it.
Seem like this poem is suit for me !
Thank you for your visited and your kind words.
Hugs to you
Thank You
Very Nice!
Such beautiful words!
xo Catherine
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