Who are you today among the tall dying trees
Heaving their lives along a pathway to the sky
Ordained to live your life lacking most of the keys
Anchoring in the air for a piece of the pie
Remembering the first years of wonder and awe
Entering the world with innocence and gusto
Yesterday the blue flowers were part of the draw
Ordering a few feelings to turn them aglow
Under the clouds and then within them you were flown
Towards a future full of holes between the lines
Overtly it rarely transpired from stone to stone
Derelict inside without a clue with the signs
Athena where are you now that you are needed
Yearning for Goddess at least one of us pleaded
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Those were the days when we did not know who we were, looking for a pivot, often within the life of someone else. At least we know who we are at the end.
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The Who - Who Are You
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Athena where are you now that you are needed. That was my favourite line. Loved your poem!
Excellent ideas for the challenge. Well done! ☺️👏