Tuesday, December 29, 2009

evasive
















drippings from my mind
fall
pieces spread about upon a table.
different pictures
jumbled dated memories
stained
with sepia feelings
dated like old
newspapers
which once brought
"new" news.
warm
like quiet beach days
smiles, sand between toes
whispers from the ocean
breezes that caress my face
like the wind did then.
colorful
like the art that
was splattered
to everyone else it was "specks" of paint
to me
it was always more
Sad
like gray overcast days
that threw rains and dark clouds
like crumbled ideas on sheet of paper
to which although looked ominous
I always became entangled in there mysteries
Happy
children the hang and swing
from bars
laughing and giggling
because the world to them
was a big playground
living without a care
that must be the life
but does that mean
living passively
actively living for nothing
does that mean not caring at all then?
Memories hang from a mobile
that gaze
and hang upon this thin string
with wet sopping emotion
Dripping...

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