Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Fourteen degrees Taurus—an old lady selling bunches of violets on a street corner
I've felt old most of my life,
The time spent figuring out
What I've always known:
That the older I get the less I know;
That the more I become comfortable in my own skin,
The stranger and more grotesque the World appears.
How strange to find myself at a crossroads
And barely able to satisfy
To always be comfortable is a skill,
A blessing…
But then who wants to be comfortable in a storm
or a swirling vortex?
Title quoted from "Degree Analyses Part II: Chandra Symbols In the Horoscope" by John Sandbach
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2 comments:
BEAUTIFUL!!!!! Thank you for this poem.
Thanks for your appreciation. At one point this was going to be a start to a poem cycle all featuring Chandra symbols. I may have to revisit that.
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