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I once dreamed about abandoning the hustle & bustle of everyday life,
packing up my family
relocating somewhere remote
becoming neighbors to only the trees.
running away from anything corporate
or governed
would certainly put us out of harm’s way.
evil can’t reach me in the serene embrace
of Mother Earth, right?
how beautifully mute it would be,
away from any trace of human civilization
we would go down to the river whenever our thirst needed quenching
we would eat fresh fruit off of the lanky trees that surround us
the squirrels and we would be in perfect harmony
that they would even go so far as to
deliver a basket of Mother’s finest nuts
right to my feet
the three of us, lover, baby, and I
would bathe in a cool stream with the fish
and we never had to be afraid of anything
coming to steal our joy away
but,
how many poems can be written
about the blue of the sky or the salty taste
of rain when it falls upon thy lover’s lips?
how many new words can be garnered up
to describe the beauty of the petunias
or the melancholy reality that baby cubs
in the wild, have a minute chance of living
passed their first birthday without being
devoured by the men of their own?
no,
I’d much rather write poetry about the complexities of human relationships.
about how humans have created airplanes that kiss the same indigo of the sky that has been already been
written about one million and two times.
with humans as the subject,
one could never run out of material to write poetry about.
for inspiration to be found, one would simply have to sit on a park bench for one hour.
but one should not make the common error of relying on closed eyes to create something magical when magic is happening all around us.
if one would simply take notice of the
manner in which a mother looks
upon her precious seed discover conjoined laughter for the first time
if one might adhere to the elderly man sitting crisscrossed in the middle of an open field, meditating peacefully, they could quite possibly find peace in that.
a writer
an artist
a human
does not belong tucked away, hidden from our fellow earth-mates.
we want to see and be seen
we want to hear and be heard
before our time inevitably runs out.
so I will sit here in the noise of it all.
and I won’t close my eyes to slip into a dreamer’s reverie about the places I’d rather see.
I choose to be here.
I choose this moment right now.
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Very creative. I identify with this thought process a lot. Dreaming of leaving all the noise and chaos but then just accepting the present moment. Accepting any beauty that's already around me and the company of people I appreciate. Great one Cheyenne!
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how many poems can be writtenabout the blue of the sky or the salty tasteof rain when it falls upon thy lover’s lips?
This was ever so lovely, and just a great point. -
I’d much rather write poetry about the complexities of human relationships.about how humans have created airplanes that kiss the same indigo of the sky that has been already been written about one million and two times.with humans as the subject,
as well as this part, "so I will sit here in the noise of it all.and I won’t close my eyes to slip into a dreamer’s reverie about the places I’d rather see. I choose to be here.I choose this moment right now." <- Is so important. Though we may not like the world we live in at times, there is beauty in it, if we just pay attention, to those little things all around us. We should appreciate the world we live in because nothing is perfect, and the idea of perfect once we have it, we realize life is quite boring without challenges. The struggles, obstacles, and darkness is where we find the beauty that lights our hearts, and enlightens our minds. Beautiful work Cheyenne. -
Very relatable! I would love to pack up my family and live somewhere off the grid, but then I realize my children wouldn't get the interactions and socialization they need. It's a nice fantasy to have though.
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Loving this insight into your mind. It's important to remember that who we are and where we are, they're just as important as where we can end up.