Realizing the single purpose of our crying, we begin
remembering close friends, now gone to death’s distant shores.
Thinking of them, things we’ve done together, times we’ve
shared, becoming thoughtful more often as we grow older.
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Chewing on edges of my mind as I think
measured meters of music and rhyming.Tasting memories of past meals,together with family and friends.
Listlessly sitting back, watching people live their lives, knowing they are only standing around the edges, not really participating in most of it.
What does it take to move others into circles of their everyday routines, and actually enjoy what they’re doing.Pleasant activities are the most fulfilling – usually.For me everything has meanings, I delve into all of them whole-heartedly, not sacrificing any time, just being a part of life with all my heart and soul – not…
Swallowing pride, moving along, finding major portions of reality as they get caught up in our craws,
Taken together we escape and leave earth for another plain, unseen.
Voices singing, coming quietly into my environment like whispers
Soaring into the atmosphere, creating many ideas, forming themfrom crystal tears and placing them carefully where they’ll finda lifetime to spend in writing their way out.Expansively incorporating all senses of definition being usedthrough emotional prose.
Fragilly alighting in visions of yesterday, rummaging around to see what will appear on once photographic screens.
Little by little, things are being picked up and stored, in hopes that all pieces will be retrieved and put back together again as good as new.
Watching waves fall and crash on beaches of sand, time and again announcing the rhythm of loneliness as it continues to happen without our participation or desire.
Believing in whatever is washed upon the shore, taking in, innocently, while holding shells, whispers of grief sensing our feelings as they’re placed in front of us, without regard to emotional turmoil.