Quarreling With Normal

Quarelling with Normal
Out on a faraway beach
feeling the warm moist wind
blowing against her face,
She became lost navigating
in her own meditation.
 ~
The waves were slapping
at the shoreline as if quarreling
with the outgoing tide,
They played a perfect accompaniment
to the rhythm of her thoughts,
sashaying their way into
quarreling with normal.
 ~
She was counting the many times
She had set her feet upon a path
to finding normal.
Now, staring at the moon
She was standing in her own truth,
Where normal had never seemed
to find her.
 ~
Jolted from her temporary solace,
She contemplated if normal
might not be just a word,
bouncing around in an orb
of complacency,
Something to be abandoned
Rather than quarreled with
or achieved.
 ~
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer
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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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