I run from the quiet impressing hopes and dreams onto an old worn-out passport. Sure plans made of ink they sign my life away to no place in particular, whilst young pitter-patter feet, for greatness, will not, nor hope; yet they awake on silence ...anticipating the moment.
The grass soft and prickly, running along train tracks. Soaring on two wheels, falling through the cracks. Sunlight peaks through leaves, piercing outer shells. Delightful squeals of laughter, spontaneous tales of old. Muted dusk the day after, quiet soles fall on the porch. Snuggle into bed, tucked tight;sweet dreams my child, sleep well, goodnight. cries the… Continue reading Remembering Footsteps
Simply hanging there, suspended in mid-air; gently swaying from side-to-side, ever-so-slightly. Delicate hints of summer break through early-winter eves, beguiling me; a biting autumnal warmth. Chimes tinkle, streams from the vault of heaven flit amidst fine mesh; detailed threadwork laid bare. A child’s song plays round and round, rising and falling as time… Continue reading Stop and Listen
In mourning light I greet the child within a heart’s lost chamber there reigns a mist of youthfulness beneath those years of slumber. I will not let you snatch away sweet breath of tender eras you cannot take our youth away nor slay its timeless auras. Perchance I sit on feeble knees and… Continue reading Ode to Patient Endurance
My mind, like wheels go round and round, to cling to one false hope today, consistent rhythm bind and hound. My mind, like wheels, go round and round fly forth from axle, leap and bound do travel roads infused of May. My mind-like wheels go round and round to cling to one false, hope today!… Continue reading Bogged
Sweet smile streaks through blue fresh and light, playing youth. Standing afar, bearing hands helpless - an observer of the unlikely. Fresh light, playing youth takes her by the hand to an observer of the unlikely, feeble-minded Miss. Take her by the hand, to escape from such a feeble-mind and miss not the stabbing pains.… Continue reading Falling for Wide-Eyed Credulity