not being seen by anyone besides this poet.
Placing it’s presence now in a poem to be
looked at and recognized.
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Whiling away an evening in senior years, allowing the past to enter with it’s images of family and heart-felt emotional ties.
Playing fields of extrasensory perceptions while dealing in reality through imagination and it’s fertile grounds.Tearing away the erosion caused by continuous landslides of emotion.Bringing me always to conclusions of ending days where I will finally be in an element of death’s desire.
Clouds smiling whitely down on us,
beautiful tresses, as they soaracross borders of our desert.
Watching words form in pictures of thought and writing them as they
Tasting each meaning and definition as they are placed in sentences,to be read by all who have an understanding of life’s beautifuleternity here within each of us.
Sitting close to a forbidden place, able to reach out and touch the entrance to it.
Twelve rectangular windows, like twelve apostles waiting, standing guard so no one unanticipated can pass through.Deadbolt standing rigidly on the door, a key hole beckoning to explore labyrinths beyond the entrance.Wonder, full of curiosity – wanting to see what lies beyond the reach of sight.Touching softly, tongs of my mind, echoing and reechoing my heart’s…
Tantalizing tunes reverberating in an inner
Skirting edges of nature, touching uponexisting seconds of lasting impressions.Desiring honest portrayals of reality’sdreams, excising lies of rebuttals withknife-like fortitude.Entering doorways of existential mourning,life becomes a broken toy to be fixed andplaced in traces of honor.Never leaving pedestals they were put on,enjoying the stature given freely to them.
Living in close quarters with others is a difficult task to accomplish.
Lightened areas of knowledge, allow most to compromise when needed, yet some do not and therein lies the harrowing episodes of stress in our lives.