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Sonder

I wonder what you had for breakfast

Did you wonder about mine?

It's strange, yet interesting

Black coffee, a cigarette and a line

From a poem or a book to keep me in check

To wonder how you are, how you live

It's strange, yet interesting

Such an interesting world we deliver

The perspective and performance

I don't know you, but I'd love to know a sliver

Of what you've been through, and how you're holding up

Your drive time commute

The undesirables at work

The riot in your heart

The tear induced dispute

Tell me about you and what makes you feel free

I'll do the same, because I know you're suffering just like me.


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Evan Tyler

Mon 13th May 2024 23:06

Helene,

I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much

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Hélène

Mon 13th May 2024 16:08

Really liked this poem Evan. I felt a sense of yearning for connection coupled with compassion for everyone.

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Evan Tyler

Mon 13th May 2024 12:55

David,

I remember having that realization that people walking down the street, or driving in their cars are living their own lives. They are the main characters in their own story.

I agree with you on just about everything you said. (Especially the watching a documentary just once). Thank you for the like, and comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate it

Evan

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David RL Moore

Mon 13th May 2024 10:59

A thoughtful questioning poem Evan.

If we all shared this disposition the world might be a little better.

The realisation and understanding that there are lives outside of our own which we would do well to consider more often is a useful tool.

As a species we have never been better informed of the lives of others yet we seem less and less concerned with anything but our own.

Of course I hope I'm wrong and this can all be simply explained away by social media and the quip that everything was ever thus...it's the 24/7 news cycle that makes us feel different...and other such shallow imaginings by people who learned every single thing they profess to know from a book someone else wrote, or worse a TV documentary they watched once....just once.

Great poem..

David

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