Little Red Shoes
>> 10.25.2010
Perched upon the yard
like a rusty skeleton,
a swing-set with empty seats
swaying
Fallen near the walk
once-proud possession
a bike with both tires
deflated
Abandoned in the silent room
a one-eyed owl
with love-tattered wings
deserted
Clothing the narrow bed
a pretty pink comforter
with party-dress frills
smoothed
and these little red shoes
with no one left
to greet
(Photo courtesy of nonsense_dreamer (Amelie) at DeviantArt; http://nonsense-dreamer.deviantart.com/gallery/?1441026#/dzdfn2)
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(Photo courtesy of nonsense_dreamer (Amelie) at DeviantArt; http://nonsense-dreamer.deviantart.com/gallery/?1441026#/dzdfn2)
An Unfinished Life
>> 10.14.2010
Should life cease, will I be ready to pass
into that other place, through dark doors
landing in glorious light? Or, shall I ponder
on an unfinished life?
Comprised of words unspoken
silenced by correctness,
of dreams unimagined, nebulous, amorphous,
seeds yet unbirthed,
of love horded miserly, never expressed,
retained until there’s no one left,
still gazing across one-day vistas waiting
for a time that never occurs,
will echoes of unheard, undiscovered family
haunt me always?
No, I think I shall be contrary and decline
the passage into unknown horizons;
after all, I’m still a work under construction
struggling to release self-imposed exiles, create
a new world within the boundaries,
the confines, of my incomplete soul.
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