A big congratulatory shout out to Sammi for five years of weekend wonders.
Navel Gazing
Am I lost, have you seen me?
Am I crying or standing angry?
I listen but I also speak,
I read but I write, I love—
but I also hate and abominate.
I must find myself,
so I may contemplate my bile.
Every day, untethered, to consider
my center, my core omphalos
being wisely chosen.
Not fooled by feelings or desires,
looking deep and true
before winter blows
that last breath from my chest,
before my dust returns to the cosmos
before it is too late,
true to myself, my love.
Look both ways at your best and the worst.
Find the true you without judgment or odium.
Mind the gaps and look there too,
for the stain of truth is better than vain and useless glory.
Our Literary Journey 
I knew you would tackle this one with your usual panache! Well done, sir. 🙂
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Thank you, Dale.
But few can match the panache of French poet and soldier Cyrano de Bergerac. In his dying moments, he declared that the one thing left to him was his panache.
Happy Saturday. 🙂
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Ah well… Zat eez anozer seeng….
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🙂
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A really introspective piece Bill, well done.
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hank you, Keith.
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Fine observation of the need for an examination of conscience
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Honest self-scrutiny is not an easy exercise. A thoughtful response – expertly crafted.
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Thank you.
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