Things left on the étagère
That place things exist
Seeking meaning, some ultimate purpose
Reminding us who we were, could become
Some lingering ghosts in our heads
Haunting our sleep, yes nightmares
Keeping us awake–
In that place we can’t help but question
It’s ludicrous to think
Anything could be better than what is
Starting with a faint heartbeat–
That which keeps us in step
With something outlasting us all
Like some wild dog sled adventure
Way up North, across so many miles
Lifetimes, precious moments spent
Waiting, wondering, hopelessly living
Within predestined limits–
These times remain mere artifacts
Leftover promises waiting
For their time to come–
To find expression
Sun signs of what can’t help but be
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
Its so lovely to run to your words …as usual so poetic and ligers to the soul..
Keep them coming
Nasra Al Adawi
Oman
Hello.
I am Iranian.
I am poet.
please visit my blog and send your comment about my poems.
http://smh-rahemobham.blogfa.com/
this is my Yahoo ID:
rahemobham70@yahoo.com
Thank you
Your friend
Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh
No new pomes, but nice photers.
What a beautiful poem. I liked it very much.
The cloudy morn outside my window
Echoes your poem in here