Poems

Summer Update

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Which Turn Is It?


I feel pulled, pulled in every direction,

A little here, a little there but no North Star,

Transcendent lost in the Summer sunshine, sweaty days, and new beginnings,

I feel pulled, pulled in every direction,

How does one schedule the chaos into free time?

The wind blows, tumble weeds roll, and the days change; yet every day is the same,

I feel pulled, pulled in every direction,

Turn, Turn, Turn there is a season; which Turn is it?

Can I take captive the time, time to Turn chaos into peace and purpose?

But I feel pulled, pulled in every direction.

 

 

Copyright 2019 J. A. Goggans

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A special thanks to the Byrds for this song I’ve loved for many summers each with their own varying Turns.

 

 

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