Overwhelmed is partial fact, road keeps on chugging
Baggage, claim checks, needed accruements change and rust
Participating with second hand sweeping fast
Gone before you know it, relax, leitmotiv stays
Seeking the touch of an inner voice, clear, sincere
Stepping stones and flying machines, someone to steer
Really out of it, so Earth’s orbit postponing
Day after tomorrow, whitewashing calendar
Congratulating, the echoing silent fast
Doors are flung wide open, revamped engine that could
Momentary lapse, daydream, parcel scenery
Hear the whistle blowing, destination seedling
Windows inspecting the trees, the clouds, all giving
Pleasant breeze unfolds in midst of smiles and laughter
Inspiration becomes platitudes still scratching
Stars in the sky receiving and sending replies
Roads crisscrossing avenues, small diner, quick snack
Watercolors walk in the meadows partly sown
Drawback, drawbridge, destiny comes along sailing
Glittering waves rolling into sands inviting
Sing-a-long with smiling Sun, clouds on holiday
Limitations bend and frolic as mind’s maybe
Hopefully, gracefully, beyond the coming edge
Penny loafer memories, quilt so full of life
Coming attractions, solution wind is breathing
Preparation Jones, blues unhitching animal
Taking nothing for granted with some conditions
Realization gives a hint within thankfulness
There comes a time, weighing unwritten last line
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The last line is ominous in a way, but strangly promising also.
missed the last train
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Thanks,
Marilyn
Leitmotiv is a good word, I was surprised to see you use it.
It's a beautiful write, William, echoing some of the sentiments tumbling in my mind at present. A pleasure to read.
your writing seems to have left me behind.
recovery seems an irksome chore
but never worry, I be back for more
experiencing that now, but keeping an optimistic attitude, seems to work best for me.
Goodnight William, I love you, Elsie
I think most married men would view it quite cruel if their wife did not fry okra daily. A woman may take away or deny her man nude bathing and ..., in outdoor bathtubs and he'll just turn on ESPN, but take away fried okra!!! You shouldn't even joke about this because it is vegetative humor.
Te he!
A pleasurable read, but somehow sad to me.
To turn your words around on you, you're a right sweet man. And your writing proves it.
I think your subconscious was giving you a nudge when you penned this piece..
taking your own advice..clever fellow..
lovely poem..
I think your subconscious was nudging you to slow down..take a breather..
and you ,clever fellow,are wise enough to heed..
lovely poem
eating one comment then spewing and regurgitating once a reconstruction posted..
*sigh*..
Just that phrase immediately took me back to grade school and those penny loafers. I always wanted some buy my mom insisted I wear those "sturdy" saddle shoes. Don't know what they would be called now but that's what we called them back in the olden days. And they weren't for riding horses.
I am busy every day now but don't think my life is so frantic that I can't enjoy all of it. I treasure all of the time with my grandkids, even the flu days like today.
I can't even think of anything to compare saddle shoes to nowdays. But I wore them throughout much of grade school.
You know, I believe Madonna wears saddle shoes in her act and maybe Cher too.