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it is forth from this fog
begins my journey
midst snares of habit
and chaos of distraction
provocative intrusions of impulse
their steely grip resolute
tug t’ward frenzy’s edge
yet clarity struggles
to find foothold
a tentative purchase
from whence a life
is launched and guided
confusion an insistent helmsman
steering a frantic manic course
and I a captive captain
blessed and cursed
set upon a wondrous quest
of worried fascination
ever charting port to port
troubled sea to troubled sea
on fragile footing
steadfast to overcome
to overcome
to always overcome
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rob kistner © 2009
I like the determination in this piece. It seems clarity is always struggling to find a foothold, especially in these times when we are bombarded with everything. It’s hard to find that calm place and continue in our chosen direction with so much distraction.
Your poem smells of the sea and steadfastness, a kind of tattoo of the soul.