Thin Ice
I walk on thin ice
at civilization’s edge.
Around me,
the universe’s clock
ticks slowly down.
I search for the key
but cannot find it.
Who now will rewind
the clock?
Who will set
us back on the path
to truth and beauty?
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rogermoorepoet 
Beautifully written about d truth of life.
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Thanks, Aruna. You are a faithful follower and I am so happy to see you here.
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Thanks for appreciation,dear roger,and most welcome.
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Oh yes…. who indeed? Lovely poem, Roger. And lovely visitors! I’ve got a deer photo ready for Wordless Wednesday this week!
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It’s good to be back at home, Meg. Nothing like a regular routine and I sorely missed it at times. Let’s hope I (we both / we all) can continue to be productive! Working on my revisions to Bistro today.
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I hope so too. I’ve been editing and revising Breaking Bread. A post on that coming soon. Plus I sent you an email. 😊
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Poignant questions, Roger. That is one of my favorite pictures of yours, btw!
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We are all walking on thin ice, the deer as well, perhaps especially the deer. Not much room for slips between the belly and the snow. We’ll survive, somehow. We’ll find a way!
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