When I finally remember
I remember only good
I let the bad
Be carried down river
Like falls fallen leaves
To be spun soaked
And submerged beneath
The heavy cold and
Turbulent waters of time
Category: Creativity
Garret
Once when I was
Younger a lover rented
A garret an awful
Hole in the wall
Stuck way up on
A forgotten floor of
A home whose only
View could be seen
From there and from
There the city fanned
Out like a favorite
Bedtime story calling us
To dream the kinds
Of dreams lovers do
Trust
This morning brings hope
The night’s been long
An eternity really as
We’ve waded through disquieting
Secrets and shaken trust
There is crippling pain
When at first truth
Is exposed after lies
It takes us awhile
To try again trust
Flees quickly once freed
Shadows
Shadows are funny things
Children frolic with them
While adults run away
Oftentimes I do think
That shadows are our
Mirrors reflection soul side
The part of ourselves
Rarely gazed upon infrequently
Considered but always there
Reminding us all that
Even our souls have
A dark side seen
TooSoonTooFast
I remember simpler times
Times when what we
Knew was limited and
What we didn’t was
Found in books and
Imaginations tucked deeply away
On lonely dark shelves
Today knowledge is immediate
But wisdom whether about
Another or a thing
Requires time and experience
The mind is an
Entitled child taking discarding
Barely opened things but
The heart from where
Wisdom flows is ever
But an elder rocking
On a porch somewhere
Recalling recounting and remembering
The wrongs they did
