The Soul on a Stroll
By BR Chitwood
The wild joy of children playing in the local park
on a sunny day…slowly becoming what it is
they will become…
Screaming sirens from fire trucks speeding by,
onlookers forming thoughts of calamity
and lives in peril.
The tempo of feet on the concrete sidewalks,
haste and slow pace going hither and yon
to destinations unknown.
The Soul strolls, watches the mundanity
of masses, empirically builds the lives of those
who most draw attention.
The Soul seeks to understand the actions and
cosmic purpose of all It sees, tries to define the
what, why, and outcome.
So the Soul strolls through life’s enigmas, hates,
lives, loves, errs along the way to an unknown hole
in the ground or a canister of ashes.
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BR Chitwood – February 2021
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This is a very interesting poem, Billy-Ray. It’s made me reflect.
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Thank you, dear Robbie.
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Wow, powerful poem, Billy Ray. As we age, we grow more reflective, asking all the questions, finding some of the answers. Whether in a hole in the ground or in a canister of choosing, there’s life on the other side of life, and it’s worth all the ups and downs of living. 💗
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What a wonderful note from a wonderful lady! Thank you for the joy of your kind words. xox
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Always thought provoking, thanks Billy Ray, xox
eden
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Thank you, dear Edem/ xox
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Do you know Edem??? She made me spell your name incorrectly… Sorry., dear E-D-E-N…xox
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I enjoyed the poem, Billy Ray. Of course, this life is the training ground for the next, so be it a hole or a canister, it is only temporary. Good one.
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Thank you, good John.
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😁
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🙂
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And so it goes, until it stops. 🙂
Nice one, Billy Ray.
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So Right! We will keep on keeping on, good buddy Thanks.
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