Outsourcing
Out of my bones and flesh
these words unauthored
a flood that rises from within
without rhyme nor reason
knowing not the source
of my thoughts and feelings
nor possessing the titles
to my deeds nor my dreams
as much a mystery to me
as to the reader casual or not
we create our own mythologies
and spend our lives
impersonating ourselves
counting the roses in our gardens
yet weary of daisy and dandelion
only in love do we find completeness
when we can find it : so much
judged by shallow appearances
but love truly is the acid test
in which selflessness is dipped
into the heart’s solution
life’s true colours felt in a beat
John Lyons
Love the contrasting, changing imagery presented in this poem! ❤
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