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Thoughts project to a time when life was harder.
A time when the path was lost.
When the leader was not evident.
I am happy that those days are gone.
The truly worthless events they were.
Well – not exactly worthless.
It has all been a journey.
I am grateful for every last destination along the way.
A small raindrop.
I am sitting under an umbrella.
The same umbrella that allowed me to weather every storm along the way.
I can turn off the switch that allows me to feel it.
Go ahead –
Hit me harder.
I won’t feel it.
Not now anyway.
Maybe 30 years later.
You say maybe you would prefer not to remember?
It is okay.
It is time to remember.
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Birdless sky swells grey blue against trees that stand like brushes stiff in the cold It is the penultimate breath of a new earth. The dark disappears in a steadfast philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose blush up from the land over lakes and hills and roof slats to tell the inhabitants Night has not prevailed. Earth e x h a l e s as the sun spills her promise.
You are not a victim but a beautiful survivor.
In a dark corner of the attic
I opened an old tarnished and black,trunk.
To my amazement it was filled with cool stuff,
Handwritten screenplays ,sonnets and letters,
wrapped in ribbons carefully and placed.
Pictures in grey scale ,static yet stunned.
I felt a connection with time gone by,
how simple things were treasured.
Peacock feathers and roses hidden
in the silent guard of pages
now yellowed and torn.
while I spent some time here
the confession of time.
like a weight in my chest
made me realize how we hold on
to the pieces of the past
while we dream for our future
Really living for the day is living.
outcast the calender pitfalls,
let every toll of bell cast a new dream
who cares when we are gone.
cross the boundless ocean of time ,
gone or to come