
We live in a world
Made up patterns and textures
Light and shadows
Hard and soft
Smooth and rough
That our minds
Try to blend together
To create that something we might know
I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning surrounded by old friends and some just acquaintances
All in all, they have been part of my world, whether as whole tales or just footnotes in the tale of one’s own life.
As with old friends, some remain close
Others are thoughts and feelings of one’s past
And as time moves on, we have a chance for new friends
Some to stay and to share their stories
Many more will come and go, as our own time allow.
There are old friends, sitting on shelves collecting dust
Knowing that they won’t be pulled off the shelf
It is time to se you free
For the unopened, unread book
It just seems so sad
When someone else might be excited
To turn your pages
To view the world thru someone else’s words
So I may take another Sunday morning
I will sit here and open your pages
One more time
To share my thoughts of you
Before I say goodbye
I collect clocks and watches
For I can’t seem to keep Time
Clocks all around the house
Each set to slightly different Time
A minute forward here
A couple minutes set back there
So as I wander
Around my home
I have that sense
Of traveling thru Time and Space
Side-note: the clock by my door is always set
4 minutes ahead,
so as I’m leaving
I tend to feel like I’m running late
I step from the low light
Of a winter’s sun
Into the curtained canopy of a evergreen stand
Pausing, time for eyes to adjust
To the darkness
Where the sun never reaches
A faint sound of gently moving of water
I step to it’s musical tone
Where there is rock by the stream
To sit, watch and listen
Until I imagine what will be
The time of the setting sun
So I may head home in its’ light
Years of living with someone
It’s a Yin and Yang thing
Compromise with a kiss on the cheek
Anger, yet cuddling in bed
Hand holding or rolling of one’s eyes
Yet there are times
Like when the wife asks you to duck tape her
How excited the thought is, I’m sure that is no surprise
No, no, no, no
Don’t let your imaginations run wild
For it wasn’t anything like that!!
Let the picture below, make it perfectly clear
A dress form made for an individual
So long as the evening snacks are limited
A duct taped wife without a head, covered up for modesty sake
To repeat those words of a sort-of famous neighbor to the north
Canada’s Red Green loosely translated
“If you can’t fix it with duct tape
It’s probability not worth fixing”
Say It Softly
So I may Hear
Words that matter
That you may not
Want to share
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