Things Poetic

Life and living                                                                                           “To be alive at all is to have scars.”                                                                              John Steinbeck,  The Winter of Our Discontent

 Contradictions Life , a  contradiction of lies and truth, hope and  dispair  forever listing in swamps of confusion, head searching up for the air, gasping straining, neck straining for air but hoping for the freshness that is just out of reach... slipping away and then, ,,,,,, there..... life begins... ?continues ?ends some of each, not all