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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In time all is produced – one day we become – lookingback we can see the distance we’ve traversed.Lovely sights have risen to tempos of another day,dancing on edges of bridges created by lifelong giving.Peering over, looking down, searching for somethingthat is hidden in depths of whirling waters, we spendtime along hectic roads of life,…
Finding safety in avenues of emptiness, no questions asked, answers never given.
Seeing everything in a new light, allowing promises to escape into nether worlds of fantasy.Culminating patterns fitting like puzzle pieces into a mind of cognitive thinking.
Wild fantasies grow from independent minds,
Nourishing ideas from little seeds – watching them grow and bloom.Standing aside, allowing them room,being careful to pull out just the weeds, ideas are sown.One day soon to be explored in written words.
A little boy singing, a little boy dancing.
Birds and animals and insects as well, all flocked about him,waiting to hear his latest adventures.Filled with curiosity they patiently waited to ask their questions.A heart goes out to the young fellow – knowing he can’t really communicate with his animal friends.He could only pretend.What is the good of pretending when you can find something…
Truth in life is tantamount.
it’s always present.Even when telling a lie, youstill know the truth behind it.