within the autumn colors
fenceposts and bushes
around us emerge,
like formidable partners,
the rain effects each,
one positively
one negatively
together -- year after year
one growing
one aging
one with shades of green
one with splinters
but only one has roses.
Technology
our paths differ in their
construction, yet
the system defaults
a coded re-entry
displayed in dramatic
characters to
sort and resort and
file in a safe place;
we are recipients of a
programmed life
edited and deleted,
statements of user
significance rattle our
cages and we no longer
fold, staple, or mutilate
to disrupt...
we are a programmed
language of machine tongues
painted on a screen in
short strokes listed
in horizontal bars;
we work from within the
straight jacket of uniformity,
reporting to an analyst
who interprets, manipulates,
and overrides the system,
our paths differ in their
construction yet someone
always pulls the plug.
we surrender moments
at a glance,
brightness fades...
surreptitiously,
and the back walks
of a gentle consciousness
explode...
out of reach, a goal
maintains its distance,
its longing to be captured
its survival left in pieces
its talents are fitted together
like a jigsaw puzzle.
Distance
in the distance
she sits
her past hidden
in deliberate isolation,
her day begins and ends
by her own design,
buried in the distance
of her lost past,
she sits unencumbered
her persistence wills
her frail survival,
a growth without
interference,
without intervention.
Once Upon A Time
just a handful of thoughts
jumbled and disorganized,
in single file remain in
my morning memories,
vividly detailed, I
remember you...
soft, smooth, and gentle,
laying in the open clearing
of my thoughts where
imagination and reality
collide curiously together,
wandering perceptions
of truth and what it may
or may not be... all in a
surreal reflective solitude.
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