so - here I am - again...trying to write it down...
the laughter and the aches -
the hard and the soft.
Setting sail again and the waves crash
will I ever make it to shore
will the long night of distant entanglements
loose the knots?
I am stopped by the mystery of where I am...aging
crossing over
to paths of quiet meditation
setting up a call to the rest of us to get a move on.
crying out most strongly to myself...
"Hey lady whatcha doing on that park bench"?
Not wanting to "Die an unlived life" -
which way is forward?
which path chosen in this time is the fork in the road
that leads up - higher?
We do not want to live - dwell in the darkness -
the ever shadowing
overhang of grayness...
many mornings of sun and bright reflection
many high places from which to see yet farther.
Parts don't move as well...the rust is set in
the joints creak and groan
under the weight of years.
The heart isn't rusted over with immobility
beating forward
beating sure
wondering why
missing the cues
lengthening the pain of misinpretation
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Irreverent Rantings
can I put a hat on
something bright and crazy
purple toenails maybe...
not proper
necessarily irreverently flung
and danced out-loud
silly even
and why not !
after a life time of no
you really shouldn'ts
who cares?
do purple and green go together
maybe - gold and orange - why not
if it brightens your day
makes you smile.
irreverent ecstasies
inconsequential rantings
"I will not go silent into this good night."
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