Ordinary Confidence
is not enough
and when I make things bigger
I can’t ride the wave
Everybody wants some
until the fall
So, we must believe
there is an angel inside
walking through fields
under the weary sun
until the devil comes out at night
blowing our seeds away
Maybe we planted them
like lost dandelions
that are appreciated for half-a-thought
Is it time that counts?
A rise and fall
Still ponds reflect those who look at them
and wild waves crush those with ordinary confidence
So, we hope for something extraordinary
out of the deep
an angel or devil
turning our ground to mud
so our seeds
can take hold.
Just Poetry 
I love how this poem reflects the ambivalence of our current state. Well done!
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Well… thank you Liz! And thanks for reading. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Ian!
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Amazing, will share as I have your others. Thanks. 🙂
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Great! Glad you liked it Grumpy Gorman. 🙂
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This is brilliant
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Wow! Thanks Observation Blogger. 🙂
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You have a gift sir
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Thanks Man!
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Thanks for the Link Observation Blogger!!! If I knew how to expand the traffic to my website, I would. If you have any suggestions, I’d be open to them. I appreciate the help. -Ian
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Thanks forr this blog post
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Sure thing, Tara E! Thanks for reading!
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