Dancing smiles being held on floors of interior music.
Thoughts colliding with motion and movement, cracking steel chests of emotions,
spilling out their contents for everyone to see in poetry.
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Standing on corners of my mind, watching images walk by,
Wondering where they might fit in and what they willeventually say and become.
Contentment sitting on faces of elderly chorus members,
Totaling measures of years, placing them in songs ofyesteryear.Fulfilling empty spaces of loneliness with momentary joy.
Trees are waving, telling me good-bye.
One without any parents this time.A void – and emptiness – brought on by death.Age weakens, grows old, can no longer hold any life – sits quietly as death’s parade marches slowly by, awaiting people to fall in step through eternities last door.Paradise can not yet be seen, but the fragrance of the cemetery’s red…
Piano playing always in my mind, setting music to whatever I happen to see.
Holding hands with nighttime thoughts, using flashlights to constructively focus on each image that appears on my mind’s screen. Always aiming everything onto colors, pasted on top of extremes in life’s reality.Located in the foreground of peaceful serenity, being contemplated in formulas of exact precision.Settling disputes carefully without falling on the side of the road…
Scott free, scooting along pathways of heartache,
to be kept in necklaces, treasured forever in jewelryboxes.Sacred, taking time to become valuable with everypassing moment.Never lessening, only moving onto plains where theywill be seen by everyone in a poem written quicklyin verse.
Seeing flowers brought by family and
and turning brown – dying on their stems.Much the way I feel within as I try dailyto get better.