and through quilted curtains
shines the light of a new day,
and I am once again filled
with hope and curiosity as to
what it brings this time;
shadows reluctantly appear
on the ground from a cloudy,
overcast sky where none
should be wandering and
I wonder or simply accept
as it will always be here;
precious moments escape
the lips of my mind
bound for foreign ports
like ancient mariners,
too weak to set the sails,
lying around on wooden decks
as if defeated or like kernals
of corn waiting to be planted
in the fields, behind homes
until the wind blows them
away to be free verse again.
15Jul14
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