black

[saw]

the sable sun is my friend
not an intruder, the darkness
on the trail is the ideal theater
to exercise my faith

if I could see around the next bend
there would be no reason to go there
the ebony clouds are welcomed
not frowned upon

if I knew my fate where would
motivation come from, why get up
in the morning, this cosmic sense
of humor keeps me off the canvas

the soot-soaked rain is necessary
not bad luck, anything that can happen
to a man can happen to me, I accept this
life only exists at this very moment

that I write these words
the black sky is crucial, not unfortunate

[dadio]

I like this existential poem. typo= a intruder = an intruder.

[saw]

thanx dadio, for the thumbs up & spotting the typo.....it's scary that you can read something so many times before posting and still screw up.....but alas, I can!

[Arcadia]

a sort of anti?-hero in the acceptance phase... yeah, it´s not easy until it is...!

anything that can happen
to a man can happen to me, I accept this
life only exists at this very moment

enjoyed the reading saw, gracias!!!!!!!

[saw]

thanx arcadia, like my Uncle Crawford used to say,"Nothing difficult, Is ever easy"

he was a down-home hayseed savant !....I wrote a poem about him, i'll see if I can find it