by Bobbie Troy
like the cry
of a lone wolf
looking for its pack
reality comes home
to routine
and occasional rapture
while the molecules
of everyday life
settle and fill
the wounds
allowing reality
to heal itself
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poignant..well done Bobby...Judith
ReplyDeleteThis is so very wise!
ReplyDeleteI am not only Bobbie's brother but a Philosophy Professor, so feel qualified to say, this is a truly Metaphysical poem.
ReplyDeleteWow, thank you everyone. Good to hear from you Harold.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Bobbie, another beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteJeanette Cheezum
As always, concise and full of wisdom. Thank you, Bobbie.
ReplyDeleteDee Ann Smith
Great last line! Excellent poem.
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