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A little wooden stepladder held on to through the years,
reach shelves beyond her grasp and sight.Painted many times throughout the years, memories of itbeing red once and also green.Nothing can compare with the images glued within a mind’seyes.Preciously guarded, carefully kept – and beautiful –ready to pass down the line of loving relatives –perfectly poised in space and time.Once it was a mother’s and…
Lengthening shadows hiding me behind death’s near doors,
its unsound reality.Taking with me, all senses, picturesque and photographicmemories, placing everything into boxes of clouds to begiven back to God when I see Him in heaven.
Walking tightropes of life, wavering in heights of environmental duress.
Shining up ahead, a motorcycle’s awaiting my essence.Stepping and riding into sunsets of existential patterns, set up in pathways of yesterday’s images.Always conquering inner fears and doubts with ever-present faith.
Closing curtains in life, enjoying the privacy it brings to my soul.
Going into caverns and labyrinths I succeed in portraying many visions in poems for all to see.
Taking off, meeting nature head
alluring and tempting my fancies onwayward tunes of tomorrow’s shores.Touching beats with my heart as theyflow in unison downstream, awaitingtheir fruitful renditions of thought.
A little hollow in the midst of limbs and leaves,
Eyeing everything in sight, sizing up some mysterious situation with innate knowledge bestowed upon him.An intimate look at one of nature’s creatures filledwith wisdom, deciding on his future inspiration and destination while assessing a lifetime full ofserenity.Quietly finished, he flies off into the atmosphere, continually hopeful of his worldly fate and destiny.