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keith haring via magpie tales


so which way
are you up for?

have you got yourself
a hunch
or a notion?

go on and
twirl your own
pinwheel signpost

or hop a ride
on a boxcar
sideshow

so which way
are you up for?

your toes
tripping up on
compass roses?

true north is
them good shoes
that brought you

through narrow streets
that defined &
confined truth

so which way
are you up for?

blaze a trail
that inspires
& ignites hope

light a fire
for the lost
to come find you

so which way are you
up to, which way
are you up for?

2014-Rene

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  1. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 10, 2014 at 9:18 PM

    "Your true north is them good shoes that brought you" is, perhaps, one of the best lines ever! I love it!

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  2. Magaly GuerreroAugust 10, 2014 at 9:25 PM

    Nothing will holds a soul best and more secure than the feet that takes said soul from place to place. I agree with Sherry. Love that line.

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  3. brudbergAugust 11, 2014 at 12:31 AM

    Some days the most important is to keep moving,,,

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  4. AnonymousAugust 11, 2014 at 2:36 AM

    The ending was great. Lighting one's path with the fire that excites them. Nice.

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  5. Old EggAugust 11, 2014 at 2:49 AM

    It would be sad if we couldn't say that we too had been lit up at least once in our lifetime.

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  6. ZQAugust 11, 2014 at 10:19 AM

    hahaha I did enjoy the pace and wit in this piece.
    ZQ

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  7. 21 WitsAugust 11, 2014 at 11:50 AM

    I do trust that fire within! Lovely magpie!

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  8. alan1704August 11, 2014 at 1:48 PM

    tha question we all must ask and find the answer, well done with this.

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  9. humbirdAugust 12, 2014 at 10:23 AM

    Like the restlessness of your poem....moving - the best way to figure out 'which way' .

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