Steel2Velvet Posted January 21, 2012 Report Share Posted January 21, 2012 And we will know it, when that last - greatest - voyage unfolds What of preparation? How then might something be packed? What degree anticipation Thrill within succeeding steps lure the aerialist, not fear of falling Universal attraction moves us outward; not in, not on, not down Energy eclipses constraint We may struggle with hope, doubting the seed which grows faith But we can not separate ourselves from those crops we’ve planted Continuing to grow Let us saunter, near finality, past meaningful stores of light Recalled since youth, continuing to shade today’s doorways Connecting compound corridors Now boldly, honestly visiting with the core of our character For a laugh/cry/laugh conversation, over chocolate cupcakes Then lick fingers When darkness looms, lie snuggled among friendship’s fabric Love given, now returned, caressing the cheek in appreciation Touched by forever Finding, in all our time, the worst not so bad as once thought Our best seeming a result of the tougher tasks, worthy of crucible Hardened steel lasts Most enduring memory, when tied to the heart, as a floated balloon Will be caught in an updraft of reality, directed by timeless winds Rising without pause Taking sparse notice that the world, as it passes beneath, changes Diminished through perspective, smaller still through necessity Temporal in nature At last, the universe revealed in flung specks molding amid light Crying sounds more a newborn’s than ancient’s wrenched pain Journey’s chord struck *** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shawna Posted January 21, 2012 Report Share Posted January 21, 2012 I had a feeling this one would make me cry. I was right. It's beautiful. But I'm also confused... do you know something I don't? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steel2Velvet Posted January 21, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 21, 2012 She has enjoyed some of my poetry and I thought I'd acknowledge her in a title. As for content, the older I get, the more thoughts seem to travel toward the unknown. So "Lea and Me" are, in effect, "Everyone of Us." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steel2Velvet Posted January 21, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 21, 2012 Plus I like the sound of that title. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Earth-Angel Posted January 22, 2012 Report Share Posted January 22, 2012 Don't scare us like that! Especially with not such a sad, but beautiful poem. It's still really lovely though Ron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
edna Posted January 22, 2012 Report Share Posted January 22, 2012 Oh, it's beautiful, Ron... yet I was scared when I started to read... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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