Sunday, November 30, 2008

Blurred




Tones now past, lines erased
Home seems far away.
Another time, another place
A different way to celebrate.
Relationships fade, friendships cool
Experience never stays.
What's before my eyes is as sharp as can be,
And everything else is blurred.

2 comments:

The Busey Family said...

You and your deep poetry...someday I will understand. I think I understand part of this, but not all of it...I think!

Ben said...

It's ok. Frankly, I'm about as deep as a casserole dish.