“Off the Grid”
Painting by Jim Benest
From fineartamerica.com
when the
power grid fails
and batteries die
reconnect
flesh to blood
heart to mind
reacquire
intimate bonding
with nature
reemerge
as a man
among men
reengage
eye to eye
hand to hand
rediscover
your lost
self-identity
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
Beautiful. I’m guessing this was inspired by a power knock-out in your area or on the news?
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we get several per year
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LOL.
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As ever master of the metaphor
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journeyman, perhaps
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No journeyman that’s for sure…most of us require a number of words to achieve a stab at a half decent metaphor whereas in your work the mere stroke of the pen is all that is required
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Beaitiful!
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thank kindly, vee
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Aʟաaʏs a քʟɛasʊʀɛ.
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Humans a born to rediscover themselves even in a seemingly hopeless situation. Nice poem. 🙂
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much appreciated
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This brings back the memory of one such power loss during which one of my sons became more than a gleam in my eye.
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and that reminds me of the NY blackout in ’65
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Yep. My son was born in December 1965. Only my outage was a localized one in Cleveland – nothing like the gigantic one in NY.
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