Scrutiny’s Breeze

How life has been measured 

From the crest of that hill.

A gorgeous autumn afternoon

Colors bleed into the horizon.

The nights can be so long,

Wondering where sleep is,

The dreams create a fear of

Reminders of those questions.

It isn’t really that difficult

To close my eyes and sleep,

Just the adventures that follow,

Like that unfinished canvas.

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Step outside in the fresh breeze

Feel nature ignite your senses.

Let your skin respond to a tease,

Your eyes will taste the splendor.

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When life begins to ask when

The why comes alive in the mind.

Stays with our psyche all the time

Reminding us we are only human.

Isn’t that where the anxiety arrives,

So apparent we forget the skies.

Breathe for a moment and relax,

Let your heart swell in the breeze.

There’s a scrutiny thing weighs

Heavy upon our imagination.

When life begins to suggest

A permanence without questions.

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Settle in and appreciate the colors

Like a rainbow of love is peace.

2 responses to “Scrutiny’s Breeze”

  1. Aquietwalk, I am not particularly a fan of poetry, but taking more notice of what you are saying, as opposed to the formal format, what you say makes sense.

    Appreciating nature for what it is and being less about those things in life we think are essential benefit us all. Ultimately, nature rules and the cycle of birth,
    life and death apply to all living things, including humans. Our modern world is not on the sustainable path we think it is, and if I lived long enough, I
    am confident I could say, “I told you so”.

    Thanks for reminding me of who and what I am.

    Regards, Phil

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    1. Thanks Phil, I appreciate your thoughtful response.

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