life’s pathways.
Recognizing facts as I travel, life is so non-committal and
intolerant of innate talent.
Being subversive at times in different levels of spiritual
intensity.
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Sending messages of caring to young ones through poetry and taking time to play and talk to them.
A wonderful way to share their little joys through poetry.
Signs standing around in vacant lots after dark,
Do we, too, become like signs in the night – helping noone – having no purpose in life?Afraid to let anyone know us during the light of day?Standing around vacant lots where there are no people tomake demands on us, do we too, fail to leave our mark –our message – in life?
Closeting memories, turning the key, locking them interiorly so they can never be reached by anyone, but me.
Reaching for ends of ribbon lying beneath the door, pulling on them, wanting to explore one at a time without any interference.Collecting images, placing them into visions, out of place, testing undeveloped reasons for each one.Planning patterns abstractedly in indelible ink, setting them carefully into frames of pictures.Hanging them in galleries, awaiting my mind’s intellect…
Walking a fine line between here and beyond, seeing visions of personalities, emotions and spiritual beings at edges of sight.
Plateaus of sense mix with reality, combining in words with explanations ensuing, showing poetical visions in verse to see what’s been thought.
Bottles staring at me out of their emptiness, stilling my heart and biding my time.
So many days of family as we sat under the grape arbors together.Solemnly swearing to never leave our memories behind, even after our deaths have become finalized on earth.
Stressing expressions on a faraway island,
Selecting a few ideas, pressing theambiguity of life into a few sentences.