On Hunt For the Moments
by Michael Doyle

In my life's recent history
I have written tons of poetry
In happiness and in torment
I find myself on the hunt for moments

With x-ray eyes for what is right
I approach the world in second sight
For the little pictures making the whole
I look for what touches my tainted soul

To help me rise above the hurt locker
For what makes me feel, not the shocker
I have had enough of this world's pain
And I hope that it is not all vain

To say that my poetry is first for me
And it's about my dreams of what's to be
Not to fan hatred, fear, or contempt
At least, that's not usually my attempt

Unmasked, I want to comprehend it all
From the tiniest atom to the waterfalls
In all of the world's peace and strife
I make the best of my negotiated life

I've gone from playing Judas in Godspell
To the redemption of accepting the Gospel
I've learned that what breaks the heart
Is most times meant that way from the start

Somewhere in the genuine street prophet mumbles
Were the course corrections and stumbles
I have formed myself in my constant transformation
Until I feel that I no longer need translation

(c) November 20, 2024   Michael Doyle
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