“The Blind Leading the Blind” by Lisel Mueller

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“The Blind Leading the Blind” by Lisel Mueller

Take my hand. There are two of us in this cave.
The sound you hear is water; you will hear it forever.
The ground you walk on is rock. I have been here before.
People come here to be born, to discover, to kiss,
to dream, and to dig and to kill. Watch for the mud.
Summer blows in with scent of horses and roses;
fall with the sound of sound breaking; winter shoves
its empty sleeve down the dark of your throat.
You will learn toads from diamonds, the fist from palm,
love from the sweat of love, falling from flying.
There are a thousand turnoffs. I have been here before.
Once I fell off a precipice. Once I found gold.
Once I stumbled on murder, the thin parts of a girl.
Walk on, keep walking, there are axes above us.
Watch for the occasional bits and bubbles of light —
Birthdays for you, recognitions: yourself, another.
Watch for the mud. Listen for bells, for beggars.
Something with wings went crazy against my chest once.
There are two of us here. Touch me.

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When we’re sailing go with the flow
See where the direction of the wind comes
Adjust the sails, life is never smooth sailing
Keep on rowing, heave -ho, heave-ho

It’s the faith that keeps us going
Whatever it is and no matter what
It’s knowing that we’re not alone in what we do
And after winter comes the spring

Life is challenging as we know
Freedom comes with responsibility
Trials and errors they’re the best we could all do
Enjoy the sun, rain and snow

We choose our paths, keep on walking
When we stumble, get up, try again
And when we get lost, it doesn’t really matter
Keep trying, see what it will bring*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* RemyLa Rhyme Form

For: “The Blind Leading the Blind” by Lisel Mueller

2 Comments

  1. thanks for writing to the prompt this week LadyLee 🙂

    I like how you’ve extracted the idea of journeying, through life, the ups and downs, like the seasons, and used the idea of sailing … sometimes it’s smooth, other times rough, and if shared with another, sometimes easier to navigate …. and of course, the idea of just being able to do the best we can, in the moment …. and really, what more is there? a hopeful poem, filled with promise ….

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