A Poem by Harlon Rivers
Memorizing the Dust Storm....following your heart no matter
which way the wind is blowing...
Left behind, feeling dazed and confused,
fading memories of steps taken abate focus
Ambiguous blinding passage through the reeling dust storm
Bread crumbs left behind are meaningless subterfuge,
as intuitive direction falters
Vanishing with the dust of the helter skelter reeling wind
All direction is lost, past tracks permanently erased
like dust in the wind
The vertiginous pathway left perplexing and undefined
There is no going back when all steps in all directions are
either
forwards or backwards… yet all in a same unfamiliar direction
While navigating passageway through the blinding dust storm,
the wanderer envisions sensations of traveling through
obscurity
Crawling blindfolded through an ancient unknown labyrinth
Strictly running on the faith of natural instincts
for guidance
Crossroads are passed in darkness in fleeting moments
Ignored without even the slightest inclination they
existed
Spontaneous instinctual recognition relied upon for
direction
….Clarity Denied…
Lost in a maze of fogged obscurity
Emotional thoughts dizzied and whirling
As if the mind’s broken compass needle
were spinning in a magnetic dust funnel
Swoon by the startling intermittent silence
Impaired by bewildered confusion
Vertigo sensations of disequilibrium
Stumbling, tripping, falling, bruised, exhausted and
crawling
Breathless...and yet lifted up by the spirit from within
The impassioned soul of a fervent unfinished life…
© 2012 Harlon Rivers
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