over the back fence
live memories
some pleasant
some evil
dragging me back
in a muck, where
I don’t want to be
I ignore them
to advance
on the path ahead
-yet
there’s always a back fence
with me - in between
living my present
Tale Weaver – #236 – 15th August – Over the Back Fence
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Reena, I know what you mean about the fence between the two worlds and choosing whether or not to go there. I’ve spent so many hours trying to deconstruct what’s over there, and it hit me that depending on where I am in my thinking, mood, etc, shifts the conclusions. There will never be a final resolution. I enjoyed your poem and like the reminder that it’s a choice to go there.
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You are right that our internal stories keep changing. At times, we have fresh circumstantial evidence to change those stories. But nothing else in the present changes. Thanks, Jade!
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You are welcome, Reena.
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I like that concluding line. Well done and thanks for your thoughts this week.
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Thank you, Michael!
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