In Focus

Through clouded lens,

Life begins.

Focused

On needs we’re defining.

 

Through gleaming lens,

Growth begins.

Focused

On stars ever shining.

 

Through hungry lens,

Lust begins.

Focused

Orbs once lost aligning.

 

Through jaded lens,

Movement ends.

Focused

Set in stone unyielding.

 

Through colored lens,

Peace begins.

Focused

On passions and healing.

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Post Keyword: Eyes

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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2 Responses to In Focus

  1. What about contact lens? lol. Beautiful poem Phil! Keep ’em coming!

    Liked by 1 person

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