A Poem by MCS

One sits

surrounded by water

reflecting on years of indecisiveness

dissecting each act of hesitation

to move forward

to step back

to remain where one stands

guilty of mishandling time

of taking too many steps

without direction or thought

now feeling lost

without a sense of purpose

unable to find the way back

to something that resembles normal


~ Mississauga Lake, Kawartha Lakes 

© 2017 MCS

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We have all been there. Very apt description of a low place in our lives. Are you there now?

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, my friend, for dropping. To answer your question no I’m not taking up residence howeve.. read more
Sean Clemons

2 Weeks Ago

Just wave as you drive by it.
This poem is great in creating imagery to analyze the word "aimless" which is the title of your poem. It seems to tackle the description of an emotion as well, regret or guilt. Always second guessing your choices trying to make sure you don't dwell for too long and waste too much time in doing so. It's very creative how at the end you tie everything back to your title, and address the word "aimless" itself, describing what it's like to feel like you're walking and making decisions aimlessly. Great piece!

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

Thank you for your visit. I appreciate your kind words.
"...guilty of mishandling time"
A human error made by all. This was a well-done piece on regret and I tip my hat to the author.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Carol, thank you
I almost feel as if we are destined to tread a particular path. We reflect and think we made mistakes along the way, which perhaps we did. Still, we always seem to land where need be at any particular moment in time. In looking back, we can be proud that we made it, finding comfort in the here and now.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. Lately I'm just asking why is it so hard.
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These struggling tides of life that seem in wayward, aimless course to tend, are eddies of the mighty stream that rolls to its appointed end.
~ William C. Bryant

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Added on July 2, 2017
Last Updated on July 2, 2017



Toronto, (GTA), Canada

For me writing and painting are the best ways to talk without ever being interrupted. Poetry: the best words in the best order © 2018, M.C.S. - all rights reserved more..

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