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I am in a safe place,
my safe zone,
a place where good sense happens,
unblemished by the foolishness
around me.

Consumed by practicalities,
I erect my earthly castle
(no lopsided structure)
of fitted joints,
and steel and stone,
and logic.

I know I build my shelter
on gently shifting sand,
but the stakes go deep
into the ground.

So do not think me cold
when I don't join you
at quicksand's edge.
That is where the danger lies.

I'm safer here on higher ground
where there is always much to plan
and always much to do.

Heaven has no use for tears
and I have not the time.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday.


Sheilagh Lee said...

sometimes you have to take higher ground but you always have to find time to shed tears and move on

June 10, 2015 at 10:56 AM
Vinay Leo R. said...

I'm usually at quicksand's edge most of the time, but I guess there comes a time when you have to be sure of the ground :) Nice poem.

June 10, 2015 at 12:21 PM
Peter Coddle said...

The words warm and cossetted come to mind.

June 10, 2015 at 3:55 PM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

Who was it that said 'a ship is safe in port but that is not what ships are for'?

June 11, 2015 at 5:22 AM
Jae Rose said...

The wise woman builds her safe home high above the dangers...in time...

June 11, 2015 at 6:42 AM
Alice Audrey said...

Serious though this may be, I couldn't help but think of the scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail in which the noble talks about all the castles he's built in the swamp.

It also brings to mind a self contained cube as a home - one that can be tossed and turned and remain intact.

June 12, 2015 at 5:40 PM

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