lost weirds wording
mute mouth movement
i blind eye my fuzzy sight
waiting for fires to burn
your permission is
not my intention
your permission is
not my affliction
i break earth in lines
in my own damned time
nightsitting, waiting
giving over to my dross
'til she bare feet comes
never touching ground
never turning 'round, again
unpermitted
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7 responses to “unpermitted”
I think your central stanza is key here; discovery is and should be personal – following a trodden path, seeking permission, means merely stepping in the footprints of others.
Well written.
Thanks. True. I have always preferred to explore off the beaten path.
🙂
Love that last stanza.
Thanks Bob 🙂
Ooooh I love this!
Thank you! 💙